The next morning tragety struck in the form of a cold. Both Veronica and Em had a nasty case of..the sniffles. Alright so it wasn't a national emergancy but it did mean Challenger would be staying behind leaving Roxton, Alex and Marguerite to go check out the cave.
Alex said it was about 30 or 40 feet down the side of the dried up waterfall at the end of the Summerlee River so they loaded up some of the meger climbing equiptment and started out with the assurances that Will would be just fine.
Roxton did his best to be more civil to Alex but that didn't mean he'd become his best friend. He watched the man like a hawk but besides the gentle teasing directed at Marguerite every once and awhile, he couldn't find a thing about him that was improper.
Finially they reached the end of the Summerlee river. Marguerite edged closer and peered over the side. She remembered not to many years ago when they all stood there, wondering if dear, sweet Summerlee survived. Then again when Ned "fell" over the edge...and was blown back to saftey by some unknown force.
Roxton quickly put an arm around her waist as he peered over the edge as well. "How far down did you say it was?" he asked, getting a bad feeling about this suddenly.
"Only 50 feet or so." Alex said, securing a rope to a nearby tree and tossing it over the edge. "Why dont you let me go down first..you can follow."
Roxton nodded, taking off his hand and holster, handing them to his wife. "Stay here." He instructed, earning him a little glare from her direction and the two men headed off the edge of the drop-off.
Alex said it was about 30 or 40 feet down the side of the dried up waterfall at the end of the Summerlee River so they loaded up some of the meger climbing equiptment and started out with the assurances that Will would be just fine.
Roxton did his best to be more civil to Alex but that didn't mean he'd become his best friend. He watched the man like a hawk but besides the gentle teasing directed at Marguerite every once and awhile, he couldn't find a thing about him that was improper.
Finially they reached the end of the Summerlee river. Marguerite edged closer and peered over the side. She remembered not to many years ago when they all stood there, wondering if dear, sweet Summerlee survived. Then again when Ned "fell" over the edge...and was blown back to saftey by some unknown force.
Roxton quickly put an arm around her waist as he peered over the edge as well. "How far down did you say it was?" he asked, getting a bad feeling about this suddenly.
"Only 50 feet or so." Alex said, securing a rope to a nearby tree and tossing it over the edge. "Why dont you let me go down first..you can follow."
Roxton nodded, taking off his hand and holster, handing them to his wife. "Stay here." He instructed, earning him a little glare from her direction and the two men headed off the edge of the drop-off.
