Sam: Search and Rescue

'Sam and I crossed the wet, narrow tree trunk that lay across an angry, swollen river. Below, the river raged with water bursting its banks from days of stormy weather and heavy rainfall. I desperately clawed at the trunk of the tree despite its slimy, slipperiness, barely making it on hands and knees to the other side. Sam crossed with sure- footed confidence. Once on the other side, Sam disappeared. I panicked. The old Kudzu vines hanging from every tree and rock only added to my terror. ...