Chapter Eighteen

Rex pulled his leg from the clear, cool water of the stream that he’d been fortunate to stumble upon hours earlier.  The wound on his leg looked cleaner, and the bleeding had slowed considerably.  He’d never been bitten by a rattler before so he had no idea how deep to cut to get the poison out. Since he could see his bone, he suspected that he’d gone further than was necessary.  At least he’d managed to get enough of the poison out before it spread through his system. The little that did eke into his blood stream had made him nauseous, tired, and slightly disoriented to the point that he was forced to rest in a small grove of trees at the far end of the canyon where he’d made his kill.

It was in this grove that he found the running water. After testing it to make sure that it was potable, he immersed his face in hopes of flushing the fog from his head.  It didn’t completely bring the world back into clear view, but he w