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One moment he was pushing through a thicket of brush, and the next he had to jump to keep from stepping on the body.
The man was lying on his side, covered in dirt and leaves and an abundance of dried blood. One leg had claw marks all the way from thigh to calf, with ants swarming the wounds. When he rolled over onto his back and saw Quinn, he started to cry.
“Thank God, thank God.”
“Are you Robert or Wayne?” Quinn asked.
“I’m Robert Lane. Wayne is… Wayne is…”
Quinn put a hand on his shoulder. “I found him. Just rest easy, man. I’m Quinn Walker with the ranger service. Help is already on the way. Give me a second. I need to let them know I found you.” He took out his two-way.
“Dispatch, this is Walker, over.”
“Go ahead, Walker.”
“I’ve got one alive. I’m sending GPS coordinates. Send me some help, ASAP.”
“Copy that, Walker. Help is on the way.”
Quinn eyed the area carefully, then dropped his backpack and knelt by Robert. He took out his canteen and lifted the man’s head, slowly pouring water into his dry, cracked lips.
Robert grabbed frantically at the water, wanting all of it at once.
“Easy,” Quinn said. “A little bit at a time so you don’t choke, okay?”
Then he poured a little on a rag and wiped some crusted blood from one eye.
Robert groaned.
“Sorry, man,” Quinn said softly, and doused the leg liberally with water, washing off the ants. “Did the bear follow you?”
“I don’t know.”
“What happened? Why did it attack?”
Robert moaned and then started to cry. “I don’t know. It was coming up the trail toward us. The minute it saw us it charged. We never had a chance. It swiped at me first. I went down, and Wayne grabbed a branch and started screaming and yelling, trying to get the bear’s attention.”
Robert paused, choked on a sob and then broke down and wept.
Quinn let him cry. He knew how it felt to watch a friend die. He gave Robert another drink of water, and finally he was able to finish the story.
“Wayne saved my life. The bear ripped his belly open with one swipe. I heard him scream.” Robert shuddered. “He was screaming and screaming, and then all of a sudden it was over. Wayne was…you know, and the bear was tearing into him like he was starving. I got up and ran. I ran. I ran away and left him like a coward.”
“No. He was already dead,” Quinn said. “Would you have had his sacrifice go for nothing? He did what he did to save your life. It would have been a stupid move not to try and get away, okay?”
Robert nodded, but he was crying again.
“How old are you, Robert?”
“Twenty. Wayne was twenty-two. We’ve been best friends since I was in the sixth grade. Oh, my God, this is going to kill his mom and dad.”
Quinn touched the other man’s forearm. “Death is always a hard thing to face, but it comes to all of us eventually. Just hang in there.”
Robert moaned. “I think I’m gonna pass out. Don’t lea—”
“I won’t leave you, man. I promise.”
Robert Lane’s eyes rolled back in his head.
Quinn felt for a pulse. It was too rapid. The wounds were showing signs of infection. The guy would be lucky if he didn’t lose the leg.
He stood up with his rifle steady in his grip. It wasn’t the first time he’d stood guard over a man who was down.
He contacted the ranger station again.
“This is Walker. Do you copy?”
“Go ahead, Walker.”
“From what the hiker said, I think we’ve got a rogue bear. It’s either sick or been injured. Might need to send some trackers up here to find it before it attacks someone else.”
“Copy that, Walker. I’ll pass the message on.”
“Walker out,” Quinn said, and pocketed his radio, then resumed guard.
It was close to an hour before he heard a chopper, and somewhat later before he heard people coming up the trail. He was deep into the trees, but they had his coordinates. They would find him. When he began to hear voices, he called out until the rescue crew came into view.
Within minutes they had the hiker’s condition assessed, started an IV in his arm, sluiced the rest of the ants out of his wounds with disinfectant, loaded him onto a stretcher and strapped him down. The eight-man crew would take turns, two at a time, carrying him down the mountain to the clearing where the evac chopper was waiting.
Another crew was recovering the other hiker’s remains. It would be dark before Quinn got home.
* * *
Quinn drove up to the cabin, turned off the headlights of his Jeep and got out. With the sun down, the air was already getting cool. He took his boots off on the deck, unlocked the door and then carried them through to the utility room. He would clean them up later, but not now. He needed to wash the blood off himself first.
He stripped where he stood, tossed his clothes into the washing machine and started it up before heading through the house to his loft. Within minutes he was standing beneath a spray of hot water with his eyes closed, willing away the gore of what he’d seen.
His life was solitary for a reason. Until he could figure out how to cope with his flashbacks and nightmares, he wasn’t in any frame of mind to build a personal relationship. He knew this and accepted it, but it didn’t make the lonely nights any easier to get past.
* * *
A couple of hours later he’d finished cleaning up in the kitchen and grabbed a beer as he headed for the sofa. Even though living in the mountains was usually a recipe for poor-to-no phone or TV signals, the satellite dish he’d had mounted on the roof served him well. There were a couple of shows he liked to watch, and later he hoped to catch the local news to see if they reported on the injured hiker’s condition.
He’d just kicked back and reached for the remote when his cell began to ring. The Caller ID showed an Out Of Area message. He frowned as he answered.
“Walker.”
“Quinn, it’s me, B. J. Pettyjohn.”
The hair crawled on the back of Quinn’s neck. It had been over three years since he’d heard from anyone in his old unit.
“Hey, B.J. How the hell did you ever get this number? And tell me this isn’t bad news.”
“No, oh, hell no, sorry. I didn’t mean to give you a start or nothin’. And I called a good number of Walkers before I found one who would claim kin to you. He gave me your number.”
Quinn grinned. “Then it’s good to hear from you.”
B.J. laughed. It was a silly kind of nervous laugh, but a three-year gap made chitchat difficult to pick back up.
“Look, the reason I called… I remember you saying you were from Kentucky, right?”
“Right. Why?”
“You remember Conrad from our unit?”
The smile slid off Quinn’s face. “Yeah, why?”
“So I heard through the grapevine that Conrad—who by the way is a corporal now—was in a Humvee when it hit a land mine and has been stateside at the army hospital in Fort Campbell, Kentucky, for the past two months. The doctor’s about ready to sign off on a release, and I remembered hearing Conrad grew up in foster care, without any family or anywhere to go. I just hated to think about one of us turning into some homeless vet and sleeping on the streets, you know? Thought you might know of a place that could help.”
Quinn didn’t have to think twice. “Yeah, I know a place. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
“That’s great! It’s a worry off my mind.”
“Yeah, sure. Are you home on leave or what?” Quinn asked.
“No. I’m out for good as of six months ago. Can’t wrap my head around normal living yet, but hey…it’s bound to come back one of these days.”
Quinn knew exactly what he meant. “One of these days for sure,” he echoed.
“So, talk to you soon, and tell Conrad I said hey.”
“Will do, and thanks for the heads-up.”
“Right.”
Quinn ended the call, and then set the phone aside and reached for the remote. He found the show he wanted to watch and then kicked back and took a drink of his cold, yeasty beer.
But the show was the furthest thing from his mind. He kept remembering the last time he’d been with his unit. They had been doing a sweep of some empty buildings when the world had blown up in his face. He’d been burned and bleeding and half out of his head when someone grabbed his arm. It had been Conrad, shouting, “We got you, Hillbilly, hang on! Hang on! Don’t you dare die.”
Now Conrad was the one hurting. The least he could do was provide a place for R & R until his fellow soldier was one hundred percent. Tomorrow he would make a few calls. Make sure the doctor didn’t sign the release papers before Quinn could get there, and see if he could borrow Ryal and Beth’s SUV. The backseat lay down flat, making the rear of the vehicle into a fairly decent bed. It was a long way to Fort Campbell, which meant it would be a long way back here. A hard drive for anyone who was healthy—and the ride from hell if everything hurt. They had a history of getting on each other’s last nerve but also had a great respect for each other as soldiers.
* * *
Just after daybreak, Quinn began making phone calls. He found out Conrad’s doctor was a man named Dr. Franks, then called around the hospital until he located him. After he explained the situation to Franks, the doctor assured Quinn that he wouldn’t sign the release papers until he arrived.
Then he called Ryal.
“Hey, brother, are you up?” Quinn said.
“I am now,” Ryal said, and then chuckled.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Look, I need a favor. A soldier from my unit is in Blanchfield. That’s the army hospital on base at Fort Campbell, remember?”
“Yes, I remember. That’s where you were, right?”
“Right. So this friend is about to be released and needs a place to stay. I’d like to borrow your SUV so I can make a bed in the back for the drive home.”
“Yeah, sure! When do you need it?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“Come get it. Anything else I can do for you?”
“I have to go back up on the south side of Rebel Ridge and help look for a rogue bear or I would do this myself. But since you asked, there are some things I’m going to need. Are you up for a trip into Mount Sterling?”
“Wow, this must be some good friend.”
“It was Conrad who pulled me out of the fire after the explosion.”
Ryal frowned. “Enough said. Bring your list and your money, brother. I’ll do anything you need me to do.”
“Thanks. I’ll owe you.”
“No, I’ll never be able to repay you for saving Beth’s life. Just consider it a favor from one brother to another.”
“Thanks.”
“Yeah…but what’s the deal with the bear?” Ryal asked.
“Killed a hiker and tore another one up pretty bad. We’re thinking it’s either sick or wounded, and it’s still out there. Even though the attack happened on the far side of the mountain up on Greenlee Pass, I would nix any personal hunting trips until further notice, okay?”
“Definitely, and I’ll spread the word in the family.”
“Thanks. Kiss Sarah for me and tell Beth I said hi. See you soon,” Quinn said, and disconnected.
After that he began gathering his hunting gear. By the time he reached the ranger station and checked in, he learned that the trackers and their bloodhounds were already on the mountain.
The backcountry of Daniel Boone National Forest was huge, and there were places he had yet to see. Given that they’d had a pretty dry winter, he needed to check out the amount of deadfall on the mountain, which could impact firefighting should a blaze break out. Deadfall was also a place where a sick bear might shelter. After picking up a handheld radio and a map of the area, he headed out in one of the forest service trucks.
The day passed without incident, as did the following day. The bear was still in the wind but had not been seen again. They’d passed the message on to all the people living in the area and hoped they could find the bear before it killed again.
For Quinn, it was all he could do to focus on work. It was going to be weird having someone else in the cabin, and he had no idea how messed up Conrad was. The possibility existed that he was making trouble for himself, but he couldn’t turn his back on the situation, either. He slept fitfully, knowing that tomorrow his life was going to take a drastic turn.
* * *
Quinn was on his way to Ryal’s house by sunrise to trade vehicles. Upon arrival, he wasted no time transferring the pillows and blankets that he’d brought or pulling down the backseats to make the rear of the SUV into a bed.
“Need any help?” Ryal asked.
