This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Phillip, who was a couple of steps in front of Dessie, had kept his cool as he suddenly had nothing solid to stand on when the tons of earth bucked away from the superheated moisture in the ground and flowed almost like water toward the stream below. Desperately, he grabbed for a big limb of the tree that was standing on the edge. Unfortunately, much of the supporting ground had already been washed away by rains. His grip was good, but the tree was going down with him. As Dessie screamed, Phillip went over the embankment and out of sight.
“Phillip,” Dessie screamed again as she scrambled on her hands and knees to the edge while fighting not to go over herself as the ground continued to flow almost like water as it followed the tons of earth that had already gone over the edge.
Unseen by them, the larger craft headed for space. A moment later, there was a brilliant flash as the Paladin’s shields overloaded from multiple hits from Ship’s interceptors. The flash marking the demise of the Paladin ship in near space went unnoticed by the two humans struggling many miles below.
Another section broke off the trail, and Dessie was forced to jump clear or go over herself. Finally – it seemed like forever – the ground quit shaking, the rumble of falling hillside stopped and Dessie, still calling his name, cautiously made her way to where she had last seen her husband.
“Phillip,” she yelled. “Are you okay?”...
Have a goodun;
Roust