Today I’ve got an exclusive from The Warrior’s Stone by Matthew O Duncan. Have a read!
The water was shallow and running fast. It didn’t do much to break Roy’s fall adding gashes and broken bones to his already beaten up body. In the roar of white water, the rushing river tossed him around every which way. If he hadn’t grasped onto an old log that was part way across the river with his good arm he would have drowned. A voice rang out in his head. “Don’t Give Up! Don’t Give In! It’s not over until you decide it’s over.” It was the memory of his father coaching him in the Mile High Marathon when he was seventeen. “It’s not over until you decide it’s over.” The words referred to life as much as anything else. With a desperate determination to live, he pulled himself along the side of the log to the shore and got himself mostly out of the water before collapsing on his back.
Unable to move his neck more than a few inches, he looked around the best he could. The animal was nowhere to be seen. He figured it was either killed in the fall or gave up the chase. Either way, for the moment, the danger was over. Trying to collect his thoughts, he thought about what he needed to do next to survive.
“Okay, I dropped my gun. That’s going to make it hard to hunt for food or start a fire.” The pain was intense, but talking through it helped him to focus. “Dropped the emergency pack so I don’t have any food, med equipment, palm computer or communicator. Need to find some…” he couldn’t stay focused. The pain was too great; he was bleeding internally and losing feeling in his legs. Unable to sit up, or even roll over, all he could do was look up at the sky. The binary suns shown through the trees along with a large half moon and two smaller half moons. Despite the multiple objects in the sky, it reminded him of home. The green lush forest and the sound of the river were very familiar. A short cut through Bear Canyon Park, he used to take on his way home from school as a boy. Taking a bit of comfort believing that his last moments would be looking up at a blue sky through green trees, he then thought of his father’s words trying to encourage him to go on, but he didn’t have enough strength left to even lift his head.
“Sorry Dad. I tried. I really did.”
Then, everything went black.
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