He looked at the man's arm. It was blackened, necrotic. The flesh had died days ago. Thorne wasn't a doctor, but he knew gangrene when he saw it. He also knew the math. The duration was running out.
"I can't hold on," Aron said, his head lolling back. "It's too heavy." index of 127 hours
The location was a canyon in remote Utah. He looked at the man's arm
Thorne looked at the boulder. It weighed hundreds of pounds. No leverage. No moving it. " Aron said