SWIFT
The current was swift and Carter had never been a great swimmer. In fact, he was a lousy swimmer. And, just his luck, the bridge was out.
But he had to get home. Nothing else to do. Roll call was in an hour.
Taking a deep breath, he waded in. And was promptly swept off his feet.
This was it. After everything, a dumb, swollen river would be his undoing.
And then, a hand. He grabbed it for dear life.
Salvation.
Or not.
"Sergeant Carter. What are you doing so far from home?"
Hochstetter.
Would have been better to drown.