Already ducking to squeeze through the rabbit-hole Guy had dug for them, the noose missed Wyatt by inches, passing close enough over him to ruffle his coffee-colored hair. The whistle of it echoing in his ears, clammy fingers played up his spine like a laugh.

Death, having a joke at his expense.

Gritting his death against it, he shimmed through the gap, and stuck a hand back after him. Reaching to yank one of them through behind him.

"Grab a'hold."