The Man From Stone Creek
“Sam asked. He hadn’t planned on traveling by night, but Vierra, intermittently conscious, was clearly in a bad way.His traveling companion, still leaning against the adobe wall and watching the dying fire, clenched his jaw while he worked up an answer. Sam reckoned Vierra’s pain would be enough to make a lesser man scream, and he felt a cautious respect, mingled with an abiding mistrust.“Probably ten miles,” Vierra finally said. “Rough country, too. Dangerous for the horses.”“No doctor, I suppose,” Sam observed, rubbing his chin. He’d grown a stubble of beard since setting out on this journey, and suddenly he wanted a shave as much as he wanted strong coffee and a meal cooked on a stove, in some woman’s lamp-lit kitchen.That the woman who came to mind was Maddie, not Abigail, did not escape his notice.“No doctor,” Vierra confirmed. “There’s a medicine man, though.”“I guess we’d better go there anyhow,” Sam decided. Vierra needed a decent bed to lie on and more tending than could be ha...d on the trail.“I guess so,”MoreLess
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