Sandra Ball is a young actress who’s career was propelled by appearances in two spy thriller movies. As the result of an accident she is injured, trapped, and alone in a wooded area. She is rescued but faces a shattered career and a vastly altered life. Will that life be cut short by men more dangerous than the spies she faced on the screen?
“Let’s see what we need to do. Let me phone home.” She held his hand as he pulled out his radio.
“Don’t leave.”
“Mountain Central this is Unit 43 requesting assistance. Over.”
“Go ahead 43. Over.”
“I have a young lady here who needs help. Get the unit out. I need two leg air casts, neck support and a backboard. She appears to be trapped by the frame of a mule. We will need Jaws to get her out. Over.”
“Rolling them. Over.”
“Have the ambulance meet us at the Mill. I don’t think it can get in here. Let’s not try it and waste time. I have my truck we can bring her out on it. We will need five people to do the extraction. Tell Jess to come up here now.”
“Roger.”
“I’m in the brush at 10 o’clock from the driver’s seat in my truck. I have a collar in my kit and the blood pressure kit. If he has a drug box bring it.”
“OK 43. Unit 27. Jess. You copy that? Over.”
“Mountain Central this is Unit 27. Roger. We just turned around. ETA is four minutes.”
“OK 27. You copy that 43?”
“Mountain Central this is Unit 43. Can you wake up the gal in the Mercy ER for me? Tell her we have one for her.”
“OK 43. Calling Mercy. Over.”
“Unit 43. This is Mercy center. The ER here never sleeps unless you keep our lead nurse up all night. Over.” He knew the voice, it was Joan Sutter, his wife of nearly twenty years.
“Mercy. No time for domestic chatter. We have a patient. White female. Height five feet seven.”
“Five Six.” Sandra corrected.
“Correction, five Six.”
“Weight one ten.”
“I wish. One eighteen.” Sandra corrected.
“Correction, One eighteen.”
“She has rolled an ATV. Her legs are trapped”
“Believe both legs broken above and below the knees. Both knees and ankles are hurt. No other apparent injuries but the legs.”
“Did you get that Mercy?”
“Yes 43. Why don’t you let her do the report?”
Jim ignored the comment. “BP is 115 over 65. Pulse is 60 and strong.”
“Got that.”
“That’s all for now. We will be waiting for help to extract and transport.” He released the mic and looked at Sandra.
“Now we wait for equipment. They are on the way.”
“Before anyone gets here, I have a couple of problems. I need to take care of some personal needs and there is a pistol in the dash compartment I don’t want left here for someone to find and get hurt with. Can you step away for a few minutes.”
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