"Are you crazy, Anderson?" T.B. shouted, his voice barely containing the wild fury rising in his throat. His words, sharp as broken glass, sliced through the tension between them. The reckless actions of Anderson, the sheer absurdity of his choices, had pushed T.B. past the edge of reason.
But Anderson remained unmoved, his expression unreadable as he slowly slid the Glock 17 pistol into the pocket of his pants, as if the weight of the weapon was nothing more than an afterthought, as if the consequences of firing that last bullet did not exist. His voice, in contrast to T.B.'s unhinged frustration, was calm, measured, unshaken.
"T.B., before you say another word, help me get this raft downstream—just a little further, past the bend behind the cliff. We’ll approach the Toyota Hilux from t
