“I'm afraid that is not possible as we don't have phone service out here. I appreciate your situation and quite frankly no one is allowed on the grounds except for the keeper. Church rules. You’ve put me in a precarious position you'll have to spend the night here. I'll make a phone call on your behalf tomorrow when I go into town. Perhaps when you awake tomorrow you will feel well enough to ride with me, but that is unlikely due to your broken leg. I'm sure you'll need an ambulance to take you into town to get that fixed. I did the best I could at patching you up ole boy, but I don't have the equipment that is needed to set that limb properly. If you will just relax here for the night, I'm sure I can get you some help in the morning. I wouldn't dare venture out tonight with the sleet and freezing rain that's probably what did you in.”
I grit my teeth, “did you happen to find my cell phone in the wreckage? It could be as simple as dialing a number and requesting an ambulance.”
“There are no cell towers on the mountain. There is no signal that you could possibly receive out here.” He says arrogantly.
“Very well do you happen to have something for pain?
I don't think I can get through the night with this intense pain.”
“Sorry sir. This is a monastery not a bar, the best I can do is an herbal tea perhaps that will sooth your salvage beast.”
I’m startled by a loud BANG in the night, it sounds as if a sledgehammer is pounding on the very foundation of the building, “What on earth is that?” I gasp.
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