She was not far from a muddy little stream that meandered along the bottom of the valley into which she had tumbled, dodging and twisting around bigger rocks and bare, sandy soil that hinted at much higher water levels on a regular basis.  Partway up the slope on the far side, she could see a rough little rock-and-mortar cabin with a wisp of smoke coming from a quaint little chimney.<br/><br/>Shelter?  Maybe.  Or a trap...