“I will zip up the door to your tent,” Gregory said all the while my brain was bickering with my psyche. “If you see anyone, yell and we will be right here.”
I said nothing as he zippered up the tent flap—which I had left loose to encourage air to flow—but the second his shadow moved away, I rolled off the man and yanked the sleeping bag off him.
“Mister?” I said softly, poking him in the arm. “Sorry I had to lay on you, but it was the only thing I could think of. You OK? I didn’t smother you, did I?”
The man didn’t reply. I wanted badly to turn on my camp light to see his face, but knew that would alert Gregory and the others to something being awry. “Hey, you OK?” I asked, and with a stifled grunt, grasped his arm with both hands and heaved, rolling him over onto his back.
He didn’t
