Before the vehicle came to a full stop, Sophie flung open the door, her dress fluttering as she raced toward the grassy embankment. Helen chased after her—and stopped dead in her tracks.

Forty feet below, sprawled next to a mangled black Harley, lay a man as large as a bear. His worn vest displayed a faded patch, his chest glistened with blood, and his breathing came in shallow, labored gasps.

Sophie didn’t falter. She slid down the slope on her knees, yanked off her cardigan, and pressed her small hands firmly against the man’s deepest wound.