Here's an excerpt from my wip - WILD WOOD THUNDER.
Page 77, seven lines down, seven sentences.
"Logan!" I yell, and stumble forward.He's face down in the gravel with the water rushing around his legs. I place a hand on his back and feel it move with a breath. I let out a sigh of relief. A dark oozing blood trail soaks down the side of his pants from his knee. His lips are blue. I realize he must have gone through the second set of rapids as well.
And you know I have to post a photo to match. Since this is a canoeing survival story, here's a few from my archives when I worked as a backcountry Park Ranger in Quetico wilderness park.
|Me and Taiga in the rain|