Page 144 of Rangers Mountain Rescue

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Rough.

Relieved.

Like he held onto it the whole way back.

“I’ve got you,” I tell him.

And I do.

I absolutely do.

Blaze steps back without question.

He knows.

They all know.

This is mine now.

“Help me get him inside,” I order.

My voice is clear.

Focused.

Controlled.

They move instantly.

Because I’m not just the woman from the farmhouse anymore.

I’m the one keeping him alive.

We get him onto the counter inside.

Lights brighter.

Space tighter.

Air heavier.

I cut his shirt open.

Careful.

Precise.

Bruising spreads across his ribs.

Dark.

Ugly.

Dangerous.

“Any trouble breathing?” I ask.

“Only when I move,” he mutters.

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