Chapter 7
Inside their tent, Court fiddled with the radio dial as Ronnie cleaned his gun. Court kept his injured leg straight out in front of him. When he first got back to camp, he remembered someone cutting his jeans so Adam could get to the wound, but the scissor-wielding fiend hadn’t stopped there. No, the jeans had been trimmed to the knee on that leg only, which looked strange and left the lower half of his leg feeling a little cold in the brisk autumn air. Even inside the tent, his knee felt chilly. A large white bandage encased his calf. Below that, he wore a white athletic sock that didn’t match the one on his other foot. Apparently someone had taken off the blood-soaked sock he’d been wearing and put on a new one, instead.
He suspected that someone might’ve been Ronnie.
He did
