Koza had thought he would be fine, cutting through the pass as usual. He had as usual allowed his mind to wander when wiser heads laid warnings at his feet. so it had gone in one ear and out the other when the dangerous spring melt swollen springs and rivers were mentioned. He had cut through the valley, ignoring the rivulets of water worming along as small creeks where once there had been but a trickle. He would pause for a drink of the cold water below as always he had thought. As he had heedlessly ventured forth he had little time to register the sudden swell of frigid water which seemed to suddenly burst forth from nowhere, though some clinical part of him knew that the clay banks of the nearby river must not be able to contain the melt fed waters within. Within the blink of an eye the waters seemed to swell, violently eddies creating tiny whirlpools ringed in floating pine needles.
He felt the sharp sting across one of his haunches as the water bore a submerged bra