"Jesus Christ!" Sheriff Cole's voice came out louder than he had expected and startled even himself. "Her eyes, Ma, her eyes are moving!"
The Sheriff held the lamp over Anna's face as Ma Cody rose painfully from her chair. Beneath closed eyelids the girl's pupils moved, as if she was dreaming.
The muscles on both sides of her jaw clenched, as if she was trying to speak.
Ma Cody reached out to touch the girl's hand. Could this really be happening?
"Thank God," the old woman murmured. "Thank you, God."
Clint abruptly leapt up, as if he'd never been asleep.