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Part 4 Jon groaned the moment he opened his eyes. The headache he had practically threatened to split him in half. This was far worse than any hangover he’d ever experienced. Ever. The man just wanted to go back to sleep but the two sets of green eyes staring at him weren’t going to let that happen. Taking in his surroundings, Jon stared at the small ranger’s station. Gunshot holes practically littered the walls allowing the light to flow through freely. Looking down, he could see the bandages wrapped around his torso. Cracked ribs. Definitely cracked ribs. Grunting, Jon pulled the blankets away and struggled to get to his feet from the cot. He needed to get to where the boys were huddled together in the corner. The wave of nausea passed gradually as he shuffled over to them. Tape kept them quiet, and cuffs had their wrists pinned behind their backs. Jon rubbed his eyes and allowed them to clear a bit more before moving forward. His vision locked on to the black eye and bruised