This week with Times 7:
...The spear slid from its position on his back. He slipped it off his shoulder and dropped it on the ground, its extra weight too much of an encumbrance now. If I live through this, I’ll make another one. I suppose it’s five miles or so back to the cave. An easy stroll any other time, but it’s going to be a little tougher this time. No matter – I’ll make it.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You went out on the plains before dealing with the cat, but what’s done is done. Suck it up and get on with it.
He tried to ignore the pain as he kept firm pressure on the wound in an effort to slow the blood flow that continued to ooze from between his fingers.
It has slowed down considerably, he told himself. Just keep the grip on my shoulder firm and put one foot in front of the other.
He badly wanted water, but he kept telling himself that he wasn’t that thirsty. He knew the insistent thirst was his body’s natural response to the blood loss, but logic didn’t help stop the craving.
I’m just going to have to be thirsty. No way am I going back toward that river...
Have a goodun;
Roust