“What the heck?” 6: Caretaker
“Now you,” said the man, “don’t you move a muscle and let’s get some illumination on the current situation, okay?” His voice was deep and gravelly, and he seemed strong enough that I decided not to attempt anything.
He released my wrists and shifted his knees, moving up on either side of my torso as he leaned down to one side of the bed. There was the sound of some fumbling, a match was lit, then a lantern. When he lifted this and held it between us, I saw the man clearly for the first time. He was handsome in a rugged way, with broad shoulders and sporting a day’s growth of beard, and he was wearing what I read somewhere is called a union suit, one-piece red flannel underwear. He vaguely reminded me of someone, but I was distracted from this when I noticed his top three buttons were undone, which revealed an impressive curve of pectorals and a disturbing amount of dark chest hair.