There’s a lot of blood loss. Mikey and Kip are both dehydrated, even though Mikey melted some snow to drink. They haven’t had any real food or electrolytes. I have Kip on transport behind my sled. I’m going to leave Mikey’s sled behind, and he’ll ride on the back with me. Can you call the sheriff and get the chopper ready to meet us at Valley Heights by six? It’ll give me enough time to get there before it gets to dark. We have to take it slow because of Kip’s condition. I’ll fill you in on the rest when I get home, and I’ll text you the coordinates to give to the sheriff.”
Colt hung up. Coop heard most of the conversation and high-fived Dean.
“Let me call the sheriff. Then we’ll figure out the rest from there when we hear back from your uncle.”
“You better have some news,” the sheriff barked in the phone.
Although stressed with having to deal with these families, the man had a piss-poor attitude.