Chapter 4
“Come on, son, we’ve got to get you up to the house. Do you think you can walk if you lean on me?”
Stephen lay still, his eyes closed, content to listen to the beautiful, caring voice. Moving seemed like so much trouble. Much nicer to just lie here for a while.
The voice hardened. “Or I could dump your ass in the wheelbarrow and roll you up the hill. Because one way or another, you’re going inside where I can take care of you. So what’s it gonna be?”
Despite the breezy cloud of euphoria he was floating on, Stephen finally caught on that his rescuer sounded tired and shaky. He forced his eyes open and peered at the man hovering over him in the failing light. Deep wrinkles surrounding light green eyes, thick silver hair above the face of an old man. How had someone that age (se
