Dusty Sourdough and the Great Alaskan Adventure — Glen Guy

The current was pulling at Dusty's legs. It was a sucking feeling, and he knew that it was about to pull him under and there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it. The cold was numbing, and his arms felt like lead. He struggled for one last deep breath as the surging water pulled him down, down into what he thought would be his watery grave.'