I'll call his family and let them know where he is, they can come get him." He drove slowly out of town, then we got on Highway 61 south. He took a side road, then parked by a road sign for a resort. "Can you help me?"
I got out and we went to the back. We pulled the big cooler out, setting it in the ditch before John broke off some tree branches to cover it up. He pulled out Brian's phone, taking a photo of the road sign and texting it to Larry's phone. He typed in a message, "Come pick him up, 1887 Pioneer Road, Grand Marais. I'm sorry, he was a fighter to the end." He tossed the phone down with the cooler and walked back, taking my hand as we climbed back up to the car.
I looked at our hands together, something felt so natural and right about that. Maybe he could tell me why.
Larr
