‘Ralph, we have a badly injured man in my chopper. Call the doc. We can land at his clinic if you can get him there,’ said Jim.
‘Call you right back,’ said Ralph.
‘The old doc never goes anywhere, so there’s a good chance he will be around,’ said Jim.
Brush, struggling to hold the general and keep himself in the helicopter, gave Jim a grin.
The radio crackled. ‘You’re in luck. Bring him in. Doc wants to know what the injuries are.’
‘Several gunshots.’
‘Jesus, how’d it happen?’
‘Just tell the doc our ETA is about seven minutes.’
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Bret was happy to be in the air and decided that if they were going to kill him, he would rather have it end up here. They were headed into the Pasayten and toward the Canadian border. As good a place as any to die. Should I wait a little before doing s
