“Get out! She’s on fire!”
“I can’t move Bobby. I think my leg is broken.”
“Keep your arms at your sides. I’m pulling you out by the collar of your coat.”
Bobby pulls Nick far enough away from the plane, cuts through his pants’ leg and
sees the sharp edge of the femur sticking through the skin.
“I’m going to pack your leg with snow and then go for some help. You’ve got to
stay awake until I get back.
Running feet. Wolves on the ridge. Snarling.
“Go on Bobby. Forget me. Run while you can.”
Bobby thinks for a few seconds, then runs away.
The wolves eat Nick.
Bobby moves in with Nick’s young wife,
drinks his expensive scotch
and drives around in Nick’s new sport car.