Chapter 15: The Aftermath
The Next Morning
We stayed put, catching a little sleep as the storm abated, until dawn, when the rain finally stopped altogether. I was stiff and tired, but glad to be alive.
“Let’s take an account of injuries first,” stated Garrett.
We stumbled to our feet.
“I’m tired,” moaned Buddy. He looked at the washed-out sand platform that had been our bed, and whimpered.
I picked him up and he put his head on my shoulder. “We’ll sort it out. Hang in there.”
“My back is one big bruise,” said Devon. “But I don’t think any ribs are broken or anything.”
Garrett nodded. “Same here.”
“Yeah,” I said. That was the understatement of the year. Then I noticed the tree where our baskets were tied, and groaned. Some had torn away and were gone; others were still there, techn
