Chapter 21
The sun moved higher in the sky, beating down hot unrelenting heat that clung to Caleb’s skin. His mouth was drier than the Patagonian Desert, and he was desperate to soothe it. It had been awhile since he had tried to move, so he gave it another attempt only to collapse almost as quickly.
Pain shot through his thigh and right to his stomach, sending waves of nausea through him. He pressed his fist into the hard ground, trying to divert his attention away from the excruciating pain that was reducing him to a puddle of futility.
He had already lost so much blood thanks to the jagged broken tree branch that pierced through his skin, leaving a huge hole in his upper thigh. He probably would have been better off leaving it where it had impaled him, since when he’d pulled it out,
