Chapter Eleven
Tony held tight to Don as they were pulled down the river. He constantly scanned his surroundings, waiting for the militia to jump out at any moment. He didn’t know how long they had been swimming for. Minutes? Hours? He checked Don’s neck and felt a faint pulse. He was alive, but not for much longer. He didn’t know how far down they had gone yet. The river twisted and turned. He hadn’t seen any signs of life except for an occasional animal needing a drink of water.
His leg burned from a gunshot wound and his shoulder ached. He would need to attend them before he drew something from the depths of the water to him. He read about crocodiles in here. He didn’t just survive a militia army to be eaten by a damn croc.
Tony pulled them to the shore needing to tend his wounds and
