"What?"
A thunderclap roared through Lynne's mind.
'Gavin in trouble? No way!'
She forced herself to take a few steadying breaths, then bolted toward the wooded grove on the hillside.
"Where is he?"
Flora scrambled after her, breathless. "Sister, don't do anything rash. Let's go into town and get the authorities, because this is the life and death we're talking about!"
"Keep your voice down!" Lynne silenced her, never slowing her pace. "Just take me there. Are you absolutely certain he wasn't breathing?"
Seeing that iron resolve, Flora didn't dare argue further. She led the way, her voice cracking with tears. "He was sprawled on the ground, covered in blood. I worked up the nerve to check his breathing, and there was nothing. Not a whisper."
"A badly wounded person's breath can b
