2:30 a.m., Caleb stepped outside and threw up behind the water tank.
Joseph found him there a minute later, bent over with his hands on his knees. The young ranger wiped his mouth and looked embarrassed before he looked anything else.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For what?”
Caleb glanced toward the treatment room. “I thought I knew what snares did. We cut them continue reading …
