Cowboy Creek Christmas: Mistletoe Reunion. Cheryl St.John

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      Ben shrugged his acquiescence, and she had no lack of help chipping and dumping ice into a tub. She wrapped Ben’s foot in a wet cloth and instructed him to lower it into the tub. He winced and cursed inventively. “Sorry, ma’am.”

      “Would you like another dose of the pain medicine?”

      “Yes’m, please.”

      She diluted and administered the herbal mixture, and it didn’t take long for her patient to relax.

      The observers were surprisingly quiet, occasionally whispering among themselves. Soon she asked Ben to remove his foot from the tub. “We’re going to do hot water mineral therapy again and then one more round of ice. Are you doing all right?”

      “Ben, your ankle is already half the size it was when we brought you in,” Jess told him. More men clambered to get a look as Marlys dried it off and rubbed oil into the flesh.

      “Would this treatment work if a horse stepped on ya?” one of the men asked.

      “I need more water heated, if a couple of you don’t mind,” she said. “There are kettles on the stove. I’ll answer your question when the water is ready.”

      Within minutes her helpers had emptied the deep bucket and replaced it with steaming water. Collective silence ensued as she added oils and Epsom salt. With her damp sleeves pushed up over elbows she began the massage.

      “What good does that rubbing do?” one of the men asked.

      “It works the blood back toward his heart and supplies oxygen to his injured muscles and tissues. I first made certain he had no broken bones or cuts that needed treatment,” she explained. “If he had, I’d have cared for those first and then assessed whether or not this procedure was safe. Since I believed there were no underlying problems, I felt it was harmless to treat the crushed area.”

      “And what did you add to the water?”

      “My own mixture of oils. The smell helped him be more calm, and the oils contain healing properties.”

      “Will he be able to walk on that foot?”

      “He’ll need to keep it elevated and rest until the bruising goes away, but I believe he’ll be just fine.”

      “Are ya done gawking?” Ben asked.

      “I’m going to go clean up your floor,” the man who’d promised told her. “Glad you’re going to be all right, soldier. Thank you, ma’am.”

      “I’ll let Sergeant Calhoun know about Ben,” Enoch said as he left.

      The few remaining men departed until only Jess remained.

      “Where is the rest of your regiment?” she asked.

      “Camped outside town.”

      “Mr. Cross can stay here as long as needed,” she told Jess. “I have passable quarters set up in the rear, so I can stay and check on him during the night.”

      * * *

      The next morning brought the Army sergeant, who thanked her and paid her generously for her services. He arranged to have meals for the soldier sent from the Cattleman Hotel. Several new patients ventured in with various complaints, from foot fungus to stomach aches and coughs. She suspected one or two were there merely to see the recovering soldier, but she treated them anyway.

      By the end of the day it was clear that if business continued at this pace, she was going to need help. Just running the dirty laundry out and picking it up left her waiting room unattended. She needed time to restock supplies and clean, as well. But despite the difficulties, her day had been exhilarating. Obviously this influx of patients was a result of yesterday’s news, so it could slack off at any time, but while the surge lasted, she was relieved to use her skills.

      She hadn’t had time to return to the newspaper, so at the end of the week she wrote out her advertisements, made certain Ben was settled, and trudged along the snowy street. Her research about Kansas had revealed freezing temperatures and snow any time in late October, but she hadn’t learned about the wind until she’d climbed down from the train and chased her hat across the platform. She got a firm hold of the Herald’s doorknob and pushed, so she didn’t lose hold of it, and entered.

      The interior was warm and smelled of oil and ink. The desks and filing cabinets had been organized and arranged, and it looked like a place ready for business. Sam stood from where he’d been seated at a desk and motioned for her to come behind the divider. “Dr. Boyd.”

      “Mr. Mason.” She removed her wool mittens, unbuttoned her coat and took the papers from her skirt pocket, unfolding them and joining him to spread them flat on his desk. “How much for these two advertisements?”

      “May I take your coat and get you a cup of coffee?”

      “I won’t be staying long. I have to get right back. One of my placements is a request for an assistant.”

      “Sounds like you’ve already been busy. I heard talk about the soldier you’re treating.” His deep blue eyes still held a measure of reserve.

      “How much do I owe?”

      “I charge by the word as a rule.” He took a pencil from behind his ear and quickly calculated the words on her two notices, then gave her a price.

      She paid him. “When can I expect these to run?”

      “Tomorrow. I’ll be printing five issues a week to start. Would you like your advertisements in consecutive issues, as well? As long as I have the type set, I’m happy to do that for free for, say, another week? Or until you find your assistant, if it takes less time than that.”

      She blinked in surprise. “Yes, thank you.”

      He wrote her a receipt and handed it to her. “My pleasure.”

      “Also,” she said, “you’ve probably met more townspeople than I have since you’re gathering news. Would you know of a guide or anyone who would be willing to escort me on a short trip outside of town?”

      “Where do you want to go?”

      “There’s a Cheyenne encampment to the south. I want to visit them.”

      “Visit the Cheyenne?” Lines formed between his brows when he frowned. “Tensions are high between the Army and the Indians. There’s only a tenuous balance of peace. I don’t know that that’s wise.”

      Her determined gaze locked with his, and she hoped he could see that she would not be dissuaded. “I’m going.”

       Chapter Three

      “The soldiers are unable to accompany me,” she continued. “They said I’d need an escort.”

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