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He let the air out of the air mattress under his sleeping bag and placed it on the ground in front of the tent, then he got his sleeping bag out and laid it on the air mattress and then picked up the woman and placed her on the sleeping bag and then he crawled into the tent and moved to the head of the sleeping bag and grabbed the corners of the bag and air mattress he pulled hard and she started to slide into the tent. After several minutes he had her inside the tent where she would be able to rest out of the sun and whatever else the weather Gods decided to toss at them. Using his hand pump, he re-inflated the air mattress wondering over and over who she was and what her story was.
He finally took a minute to really look at his patient for the first time and decided that she must stand about 5 feet 9 or maybe even 10 inches. Slim but muscular and toned indicating she was no stranger to a gym. She had shoulder length dark or dirty blond hair and a flawless complexion that would tan very well he though. Such a pretty lady for someone to shoot and toss away like that. He knew that when she awoke, he would have to very careful, at least until he could determine who she was and believe that she was not an axe murderer or something equally vile as her attackers had to be Mafia thugs. One's imagination could certainly run wild in a situation like this.
David considered using one of the burner phones and calling this information in, but decided against it until he knew more of what was her story was. He did not consider any of her wounds life threatening at the moment, which helped make his decision to wait. He was unsure of what to do in this situation as none of his training had covered anything like this. He fixed a bite to eat and while eating he tried to think things through. It was all so confusing to him. He did know that he was going to listen carefully to the news for the next couple of days although his home was several hundred miles from here and he did not know anything about anyone locally, but there might be something about a missing woman, you just never knew what might be broadcast.
David took a clean wet rag and wiped it over the woman's lips and she seemed to try to take a little of the moisture into her mouth so he did it again and then one more time. He also washed her face and neck with the cool rag and then went out and sat down, leaning against a tree and started trying to think things through, again. He did have the thought that should the goons come back to check on her she needed to be well hidden, so the first thing he needed to do was go down and quickly erase any trace of his footprints from the area using the tricks his grandfather had taught him long ago. After a quick check of his patient he made a rapid decent down the hill to tackle this task.
It took less than an hour for David to accomplish the task of removing his footprints and the blood stains. He even erased any sign of the goons having been out of their car, which should confuse the heck out of anyone that came looking for the body. Heck, he doubted those city boys could even find the same spot anyhow. He was quickly back with his patient, as he was starting to think of her now, and as it had been a few hours since she had been shot he decided to check her wounds to see if any sign of infection was starting and if they were still bleeding or not. He crawled into the tent and first felt her forehead for any fever, which she did not have at this time. He did wish he had of thought to bring a thermometer with him and made a mental note to add one as soon as possible.
He then checked the bandages on her head to see if fresh blood was evident, and there wasn't. He did loosen them and added a bit of the antibiotic cream to keep the bandage from sticking to the wound. He next had to check the wound on her side as it had more likelihood of infection due to being a penetration wound and the germs on the bullet could have infected her from the inside. He unbuttoned her shirt several buttons and eased the collar and shoulder portion of the shirt on the left side enough to allow his hand inside to feel for fresh blood or fever in that area. There was none, but in the morning he was going to have to put more of the powdered antibiotic wound dressing on at least this one wound. He buttoned her shirt back up and tried to make her comfortable. He did loosen her tight jeans, but left them on for the time being. He returned to his tree to resume work on his book, but his mind kept wandering back to his patient and the situation at hand, again wondering who she was and why someone wanted her dead and the body dumped in the desert behind a rock, and if they wanted her hidden why did they not bury her or do a better job of hiding the body. He gave the goons low marks for intelligence and for their laziness.
As the sun was setting and the shadows getting longer he fixed himself some supper, this time warming a can of beef stew. He had dug a pretty deep pit to put all his trash in as he knew he would have way too much litter to be able to carry it out with him when he left. He would sprinkle a bit of dirt and ashes and some of the lime he had brought on it from time to time to keep the smell of decay and rotting food down and scavenger animals away.
- COMMENTS
Smiffy6912 months agoInteresting start, as long as you suspend sceptical thoughts as to plausibility. I wonder why he isn’t wondering whether the goons dropped her there deliberately to smoke him out. If a random drop, then something of a coincidence, and I don’t have much belief in coincidence.
Purplefizzover 1 year agoSomewhat unrealistic tbh, however there’s no rule that says fiction should be believable, it does help us empathise with the characters if we can believe in them and imagine ourselves as them, in that regard it’s a fail and something of a fairy story, just like romantic pirates, unicorns and honest politicians. Ppfzz.
vegaaireabout 7 years agoThe setup on the first page for the main character was simply preposterous! There's no research here, just an author's idyllic character imagination out of control! If this was graded on a curve, which all of these stories should be, the scale would have to go to 50 in order to rate this one a 5!
imatrojanmanabout 7 years agoI enjoy your writing, both the way you write and the subject matter. The level of detail is excellent. You really seem to care about the detail to add the realism to your stories. I know this is fiction, but I want to point out something though, not by way of criticism, but as information.
You have David joining the Army, going to Fort Benning for Basic and Advanced training in Infantry. This is accurate and complete for an enlisted Soldier. The problem next is going to OCS straight from there. Can be done, but not for him. Though a Bachelors degree is not required, a minimum of 60 semester hours is and even then only for those commissioning into the Combat Arms, into which Infantry or Special Ops fall. All others must have a BS or BA degree to apply for OCS. Due to his age, they would send him to Airborne and maybe even Air Assault school right away, for the skills they bring, but mostly for experience and maturity. Then probably to Ranger School, prior to OCS probably, but certainly before going to the Special Ops Q course. They would also probably send him to the Infantry Officer Basic course as well, just to give him background to be successful. He would be at WAY too much of a disadvantage there without that background. The enlisted guys there are as intelligent and skilled as they come. All the Native American training in the world would not prepare him to properly position his crew-serve weapons for an ambush or lead an assault on a bunker. Something his classmates would have years of experience doing.
I mention all this, because no matter how bright and mature 2LT Dave is, he would be asked to lead 35 year old SF soldiers with 10-15 years experience in combat. These guys would resist trusting him as a boss and chew him up. Not because they are bad guys, but because people's lives are on the line. This is why on the teams, team leadership is not based on rank, but experience and skill.
Please don't consider this criticism, it is not intended that way. I really enjoyed "Life Renewed" and like first two chapters of this and where it seems to be going!
