An Untamed Heart
“How long had he been lying there? Through the night, the very long and very cold night. If only he could have retrieved his blankets and the tent he had brought along, folded so neatly in his backpack.
Nils stared around his mountain prison. What could he do to get himself out of this disaster? By himself? How often had he been warned against hiking in the mountains alone? He should have listened. Hindsight was always wise. What did he have? Besides a new lump on his head and a leg that was ten times larger than when he’d started out. His ribs were well beyond unhappy with the new situation also. The rest of him did not bear thinking about, like the swollen fingers or . . . Skip the or. If only he could get his leg into the creek. With the fresh snow melt it was plenty cold. What to deal with first?
If only his mind were clearer. Or he could stay awake. He felt around the lump that now encompassed much of the side of his head. At least the one in back had not opened again and ...started bleeding.MoreLess
Nils stared around his mountain prison. What could he do to get himself out of this disaster? By himself? How often had he been warned against hiking in the mountains alone? He should have listened. Hindsight was always wise. What did he have? Besides a new lump on his head and a leg that was ten times larger than when he’d started out. His ribs were well beyond unhappy with the new situation also. The rest of him did not bear thinking about, like the swollen fingers or . . . Skip the or. If only he could get his leg into the creek. With the fresh snow melt it was plenty cold. What to deal with first?
If only his mind were clearer. Or he could stay awake. He felt around the lump that now encompassed much of the side of his head. At least the one in back had not opened again and ...started bleeding.MoreLess
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