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best I can. The forest down here is too thick. I’ll bring her up to the pass and meet the rest of you there. We’ll need a medevac.” After putting a tourniquet on her leg slow the bleeding and a splint to hold her bone together, he easily lifted her and carried her out of the forest. On the way she regained consciousness for a few moments, but she appeared to be delirious. She looked up at Foote as he carried her. “Oh hey, Thad. Where’s your fur coat. Thanks for tearing that trap off my leg, but you need to do something about your breath; it smells like a dead animal.”
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