Free Manna From Heaven by Karen Robards

wide-eyed, the helicopter itself appeared around a bend in the river. It was flying low, perhaps only a few hundred feet above the surface, and the whirr of the blades could now be heard distinctly even above the rushing water. The spotlight moved from side to side like a great all-seeing eye. In minutes it would be upon them. Withher heart pounding so fiercely that she could feel each slamming beat, Charlie gave a sharp tug on the chain linking her to Jake. Seconds later he popped back into view, shaking water from his head and sucking in air.
    “Jake, Jake, look! They’re getting really close. There’s no way they’re going to miss us. We’re out of time.”
    “Yeah, I see.” He barely glanced at the oncoming helicopter. Instead, his gaze fixed on her face. “Charlie, listen: There’s a tree wedged against this one that stretches out toward the bank. We’re going to go underwater and hang on to it as far as we can, and then we’re going to shove off hard with our feet and hope that the little extra boost that gives us brings us close enough to the bank so that we can make it. We’re going to stay under until the helicopter passes, and we’re going to have to take the dog under with us. If we leave it here, they’ll spot it and it will give us away. All I want you to do is hang on to the dog, and leave everything else to me.”
    “I really don’t want to do this.” The prospect of leaving their safe haven terrified her. The shore was close, but the falls were closer, and the current was strong and swift.
    “We don’t have any choice.”
    He was already scooping Sadie up and handing her over. Charlie accepted her blissfully ignorant pet because there was nothing else she could do, and cradled the shivering dog close. A glance upriver and the increasing volume of the roaring in her ears confirmed that the helicopter was still there, its spotlight sweeping pitilessly from side to side.
    Clearly, somebody upstairs was having a huge laugh at her expense.
    “Here we go. Take a deep breath, hang onto the dog, and trust me, baby. We’re going to make it.”
    With that he submerged. Charlie only had time to take a terrified breath that wasn’t nearly as deep as she’d meant for it to be before he was pulling her under after him. The icy depths claimed her once again. Her heart was pumping so fast that a heart attack seemed like a foregone conclusion. She could feel Sadie’s heart thudding, too. She had the little dog tucked under her arm like a football with her hand clamped over her muzzle. Did dogs know to hold their breath? Sadie seemed to. Caught up by the current, Charlie’s hair wrapped seaweedlike around her face, covering her eyes, her nose, her mouth. Not that there was any need to use any of those organs. She could neither see, nor breathe, nor speak. She could only hang onto Sadie and trust in God and Jake as he pulled her with surprising speed through the water. She kicked, and gripped the slippery wood of the submerged log with the hand that was chained to his, but on her own she would have been swept away, she knew. The river was just too powerful. The current sucked at her feet, her legs, her body, drawing her toward the falls and certain death.
    A sudden brightening of the depths made her eyes widen. It was only then that she realized they were open, and had been all along. The water around her was lit from above, turning a clear golden brown that was aswirl with twigs and clumps of mud. She could see Sadie’s bug-eyed and terrified expression as her tiny paws paddled frantically, and Jake’s big black shape in front of her, his hair standing on end as he pulled them along the log, and the solid gray cylinder of the fallentree itself. All that she glimpsed in an instant, as if a camera had flashed, illuminating the scene. Then the light was gone, moving on, and she realized that the spotlight, and the helicopter with it, had just passed them by.
    Without warning, Jake pulled her close, and