Williams moved to speak and paused, hearing voices. It was the man and woman from the airliner, heading their way.
“Okay,” he said, then looked at Ank, who seemed to be wavering in and out of consciousness. “But first I’m going to need some help. Quickly. Luna? Erik? I’ll need you, too.”
Sheila climbed out of the natural trench they’d been hiding in and stood next to him. “If you don’t mind me asking, what for?”
He pulled a rope and let loose a tumble of supplies. “Leverage.” He looked at her over his shoulder. “Because we’re going to make the biggest tourniquet in history.”
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By the time they’d patched Ank up using a series of ropes and blankets, not to mention disinfecting his wounds with what remained of Williams’ liquor stash, introductions had been made and the sun was hig
