Grady patched Archer up the best he could as fast as he could, but he refused when I offered to look at his leg.
"No time," he'd told me.
He was right. The snow was already coming down in big wet flakes, and we still had to get to Margin's Row before the whiteout hit. But with Grady hurt and Archer totally out of commission while he lay on the sleigh, and not being able to cut through the Crimson Forest to get there, the trek was slow. So slow I feared we wouldn't make it home in time.