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moan. Good. She was conscious, though barely. “Can you tell me your name?”
    No answer. Crap. Jack held the girl’s head steady while Diana set her light on the ground and did a full body scan for blood. He’d probably been scared shitless climbing down the steep decline, but he never gave up. Hell, she’d been scared, and she did this kind of thing for a living.
    “Find anything?” he asked a moment later.
    “Other than some scrapes and bruises, all her external cuts have dried.”
    “Doesn’t mean there isn’t internal damage. Can you tell if the mechanism of injury was due to the fall?”
    She looked around. “I don’t see a helmet, and I didn’t find any cuts on her scalp, so maybe she didn’t come down the way we did.”
    “I don’t see any other entrance.”
    His logic made sense. “Maybe she tripped over a rock or passed out from something else.” She ran the light over her scalp and face again to make sure she hadn’t missed something. From her smooth skin, the girl looked about sixteen.
    “Check her leg. Looks like her femur is broken.”
    It was at an anatomically incorrect position. “You’re right.” She checked for a distal pulse. “I can’t find any. Damn.” She’d have to traction it into position to make sure blood flow wasn’t impeded.
    “I’ll help you roll her over. On a count of three. One, two, three.”
    Together, they smoothly got her on her back. “Good thing she’s unresponsive. Otherwise, the poor thing would be screaming in agony.”
    After carefully repositioning the leg, the girl moaned, whether due to increased pain or relief, she didn’t know.
    “We need to splint that leg for when we move her,” he said. “I’ll see what I can find.”
    She loved how he rose to the occasion, not complaining, but doing what he needed to be effective.
    A strong, cool wind blew across the small ravine. At nine thousand feet, even in late October, it got cold. Diana pulled out her sleeping bag and placed it over the girl’s body. To keep the victim’s head from moving, she put rocks on either side of her face. They might not be comfortable, but given the victim could have fallen, she didn’t need to be thrashing about.
    She took the girl’s vitals and noted them, along with the time in a small SOAP notebook she always carried.
    Less than ten minutes later, Jack returned with several long, straight sticks.
    He held up some cut saplings. “We can use these to tie the splint together.”
    “Good thinking. I always carry duct tape, too.”
    Between the two of them, they worked in unison, securing the split. When they finished, she sat back on her heels. “It’s the best we can do for now.”
    The girl moved a bit, but the rocks held her head steady.
    “Let’s see if we can get her to drink something,” Jack said.
    The fear in his voice tore at her soul. Since when did he learn to care so much for others? First he joins the Peace Corps, and now he’s willing to risk his life for someone he doesn’t even know. People changed. She had, and so had the men.
    “Let’s try not to move her too much. Dribble some water in her mouth,” she said.
    The girl managed to swallow a bit of the liquid but not enough to hydrate her.
    “How long before help arrives, do you think?” he asked.
    “If we’re lucky, they’ll use a helicopter. Hold this.” She handed him the water bottle and dug through her pack for her flares. She always kept two for emergencies.
    “Sweet. You are a Girl Scout.”
    His tone held admiration. “Never know when you might need them. She checked her watch. “Trace left about an hour ago. It’ll take him that long to get to the car. If he’s able to convince them to bring in a chopper, when we hear an engine, I’ll light this flare.”
    “You’d think her parents would be out looking for her.”
    “Maybe they are, or the other campers she must have hiked with. No one would come alone unless they were running away.”
    Diana took another set of