After the first tree, Brennan took a short break to rest. Her leg ached and she was tired. But after thirty minutes, she picked another tree as her goal and made her way to that one, too.
After that tree, she tried to crawl a short distance up the hill. But it was harder to protect her broken leg that way and it wasn't long before it caught on a fallen branch. The pain had her gasping for air before she flipped to her back again.
She wondered if the break wasn't much worse than what her fingers had told her. It seemed to be significantly more painful than a broken leg should be. Of course, she was also hungry, thirsty, dirty, and exhausted.
Distances that she used to cross in seconds now took minutes or hours. She had to frequently check behind her to make sure she was going in the desired direction. Several times she moved into what she felt was a secure position, only to slide several feet back down the hill. Two arms forward, and one arm back, or whatever that saying Booth had used once was.
The sun was high in the sky when Brennan took a break to eat a little food and drink some water. There were no clouds and she was thankful for that, even if the sun burned her skin. She was much more likely to die of hypothermia if it started to rain.
While she ate, she turned and contemplated her path up the hill. It was the last six to ten feet that worried her. There would be no way to slide backwards up that part. She would have no choice but attempt to pull herself up and over using the strength in her arms and her one good leg.
