Ryder didn’t say a word. He stepped outside into the biting wind and returned moments later with a bundle of dry birch bark and a heavy wool blanket. “We don’t need to force the engine, Tristan. We need to wake it up.”
“The piston is stuck, and the fuel line is frozen solid,” Tristan muttered, his breath blooming in the cold air as he tinkered with the heavy machinery. Usted ha solicitado : NDR_TristanWest_RyderOwen...
Slowly, the metal began to lose its icy sheen. Tristan’s frozen fingers regained their dexterity. With the parts warmed, he was able to clear the blockage in the fuel line without snapping the brittle plastic connectors. “Ready?” Tristan asked, his hand on the pull-cord. “Ready,” Ryder replied. Ryder didn’t say a word
"It's like a fever," Ryder explained. "We're sweating out the frost." We need to wake it up
Ryder smiled, clapping him on the shoulder. “And I would have just stared at the engine until it got warm. Good thing we don’t have to do it alone.”