They followed the sound toward the edge of the pond. A man hung there, suspended upside down, one leg caught in a thick vine that had been tied into a crude loop. The rest of the vine stretched upward toward a tree branch above him, swaying slightly. A torn length dangled uselessly nearby.
A hammock—half unraveled—lay twisted beneath him. The man was soaked, hair plastered to his forehead, arms shaking as he tried to reach his trapped leg. Panic edged every movement. Ethan didn’t hesitate. “Hey!” he shouted. “Don’t move—too fast. We’ve got you.”