Jacob clenched his jaw, torn between logic and instinct. He could go back to town, try to convince the rangers without footage, but they wouldn’t believe him. He could also try flying another drone, but that would take too much time. The moose needed help now. Every second counted.
His decision solidified. He grabbed his digital camera and a medical box, stuffed it into his backpack, and yanked on his boots. He was going into the forest himself. No more waiting, no more hesitation. He wasn’t going to wait for people to believe him, he would go save the moose himself.