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.