“At my cabin. In my bedroom. All’s good. I know how to take care of you, guy. No need to worry.”
“What…what happened?” Zeth blinked a few times, felt the bandage on his neck and right shoulder, and the undercurrent of pain.
“You were attacked by a coyote. He got you pretty good. No holds barred.”
“I can’t remember anything.”
“Not that I expect you to.” Josh leaned forward, brought the glass of iced water up to Zeth’s lips, and coached, “Take a small sip. No reason to overdo it.”
Zeth felt as if he were in Eden, drinking the water from God, as he parted his lips ever so slightly and took a sip. He swallowed the few drops, grunted, and took a second sip.
After the few drops helped coat his insides, he asked Josh, “What happened? Everything is a blur.”
Josh walked Zeth through the last
