“HE’S LOST TWO FINGERS and a lot of blood.” Andy told Godric. They’d managed to get the injured color guard to the site’s largest, authentic cabin and had him settled on a log table, on top of several blankets. “We need to get him out of here and to a hospital as quickly as possible.”
Godric glanced toward the door. For the moment they were alone. “That could be a problem.”
Andy’s eyes widened, bright white against his dark face. “Please tell me you called 9-1-1, ’Dric.”
“I wish I could. I couldn’t find my cell phone. So I asked Dolfe to call. But he couldn’t find his phone either.” Godric stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Andy, there isn’t a single cell phone left in camp.”
Andy’s mouth dropped open, his ebony face turning slightly gray. “What are you telling me, ’Dric?”
“I’m tell
