The cottage was small, with two small bedrooms, a single larger room with a sofa and a small dining table, a galley kitchen, and a small bathroom. We ...dropped our bags in the left bedroom and Rolf and Sinikka put their things in the right. I noticed that there was no TV in the cottage, which was just fine with me.Rolf let us know that there was no set time for breakfast or lunch, and we should fend for ourselves when we were hungry. Dinner each day would be at 7:00pm, but otherwise, there were. "Nothing," I said, "But just remember me to compliment my son on his beautiful selection of a wife." I had never been one to hold back a compliment."Oh," and her smile grew wider. "So you think I am beautiful?" Undoubtedly! But I thought enough people would have told you that already - most of all, my dear son." Your son," she replied reluctantly, almost clipping off the words, "Never ever tells me. He is too busy with his other - beautiful women."I was shocked - no red-blooded male could leave. This time of year the gate was closed and the campground was open to pedestrian traffic only. I parked the car and we walked through the campground to a familiar site that we had enjoyed many times before. The picnic table was set back away from the road. The view was out over the water with the hills in the distance. The sun, filtered through the tall spruce, warmed our bodies. We had not seen anyone else around and there were no other cars parked outside the gate. We were feeling pretty lucky. If it was one of ours, I needed to go help. If it was one of theirs’ he needed assistance meeting the devil.The effort required to move from the floor to the hallway was almost more than my body could stand, but I made it, and saw our team leader, bloody and it looked like the kind of gunshot wound that ended with the victim dying. He was hit somewhere high up in the chest. Even horribly injured, the only thing on his mind was to try and come help us. That guy was a real man.I stumbled to him,.