It was saving something else. Raymond’s heart thudded. He stood slowly and took several steps back toward the shed. Then he opened the door wide, laid out the old camping blanket, and waited. It didn’t take long.
The scent must have done the rest. He turned in time to see the pig lurch to its feet, trembling but determined. It staggered forward through the trail he’d cleared—pausing only once to glance back at the small hollow it left behind—then hobbled into the shed and collapsed on the blanket, utterly spent.