Jeremiah Hardsock pulled his nearly dead brother, Wendell Christopher Hardsock, through the chill marsh waters. Jeremiah hoped the cold would slow WC’s bleeding. He repeated a single thought over and over and end to end: this has got to be faster. He no longer felt certain.
The broadly fletched arrow poking straight out of WC’s chest [...]
Day 101: Third Valley from the Right Rendezvous