“I’ll walk to town and bring help,” Park was saying. “It shouldn’t be farther than ten miles. I might even get a couple bars of service closer than that.” Cooper blinked rapidly and dropped his hand. “You’ll—While I do what, pray tell? Sit around here awaiting your return and composing a ballad on your bravery?” “I mean, whatever strums your mandolin.” Park waggled his eyebrows.
