Klondike Medicine Woman. Linda Ford

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      “You will need to rest a few days—” she began.

      “Step aside,” a firm voice ordered, interrupting her suggestion that the man should rest until his wound healed.

      Teena didn’t move except to turn to stare at the man who spoke. A white man, of course. She’d known that immediately. Over time, she had gotten used to the strange appearance of these people. But this one was different. Eyes brown as spring soil, a little furrow they called a dimple in his chin. A strong face. No head covering, so she got a good look at his close-cropped, dark hair.

      As she studied him from under her lowered lashes, something inside her uncurled like a flower opening to the brilliant sun.

      He edged her aside and spoke gently to the man. “I’m Dr. Jacob Calloway—a medical doctor. You’re in good hands now.”

      Teena dismissed the way he said the words—as if the injured man was in danger of dying before he arrived. All she cared was he said he was a doctor. A white healer. She’d heard such a man had gotten off a boat a few days ago. This was what she needed. What she’d prayed for, not knowing if God would listen to her prayers. Yes, the missionary, Mr. McIntyre, had assured her the Great Creator heard the Indian as much as He heard the white, but she wondered how he could be so certain. Had he ever been a Tlingit and asked for something? How then could he know?

      She would watch everything this newly arrived man did, and learn his way of healing.

      A boy almost as tall as the doctor stood at his side. He had the eagerness of a child, the height of a man, but not yet the weight. No longer child. Not yet man. With an eager, yet cautious expression. He seemed to belong to the doctor. Perhaps his son, though there was no resemblance. The boy-man was as fair as the doctor was dark.

      Dr. Calloway pulled something from his pocket and put a plug in each ear as he pushed aside the injured man’s shirt to press a tiny, cup-like thing to his chest. He then leaned forward and listened.

      What did he hear? Was this their way of healing, or was there more?

      The doctor straightened, folded his instrument and placed it back in his pocket. “Now let’s have a look at this gash.” He made to pull the moss off.

      Teena captured his hands, gently stopping him. “You must not lift it yet. It needs time to work.”

      Dr. Calloway gave her a faintly reproving look. “No doubt you mean well, but this requires proper medical care.”

      She knew nothing about the white man’s methods. But she knew how to treat a cut. “If you take it off it will get…” She struggled for the English word but couldn’t find one, and had to settle for describing what would happen. “It will get red and oozy.”

      “Exactly.” He turned his attention back to the injured man. “You need to keep your wound clean. I have some dressings with me.” He again began to pull off Teena’s work.

      The man sat up. “I’m feeling a whole lot better. Whatever this girl did has worked. I’m heading back up the trail.” He pushed to his feet.

      Jacob stood, too. “You’ll end up losing your leg if you aren’t careful.”

      “I guess I’ll take that chance.” He limped away, Dr. Calloway at his heels, as if he meant to stop him.

      The gold seeker paused as he remembered Teena’s fur around his shoulder. He pulled it off and handed it to the doctor. “Give this to the little lady, and my thanks.”

      Jacob stared after the man.

      Teena shared his sense of helplessness, but had long ago learned people did not always listen to advice, no matter how wise.

      “I fear you will get infection,” he called to the man’s back as he limped up the trail. “If you do, please come back to Treasure Creek. I am going to start a medical clinic.”

      A medical clinic. White man medicine. Teena’s heart soared. She would offer to help. She’d do anything he asked, if he would only teach her his ways.

      The doctor returned to Teena’s side. He slipped her shawl over her shoulders, caught her two braids and lifted them from under the fur. He performed the task naturally, his thoughts obviously elsewhere, but his touch gave the pelt gentle warmth, as if from the noonday sun. For a moment she closed her eyes and enjoyed the comfort.

      “I’m going to ask you to stop using your primitive practices on these people.”

      Teena slowly turned to stare. “What do you mean?”

      “Ignorance kills many.” His expression tightened, marring his strong face and filling his eyes with hardness, but Teena did not back away. She needed this man’s help. Besides, she agreed. Thousands had come seeking the glittering gold—unprepared for the cold, the mountains or any of the dangers. Far too many perished, and hundreds more sat defeated and broken at the edge of the water.

      “These people deserve proper medical care.” He picked up his black leather bag and turned back toward Treasure Creek, the boy-man matching his gait stride for stride. He grinned at his young friend. “Seems I got here just in time.”

      The boy gave Dr. Calloway an admiring glance.

      “You are going to do white man’s medicine?” she asked.

      Jacob did not slow his steps, forcing her to hurry to stay at his side. He was a tall man. Taller than most she’d seen. And he walked with purpose. The boy hurried to keep up, too. “That’s why I’m here.”

      “You will need help at this clinic?” She congratulated herself on remembering the word.

      “I trust there are those who would be interested in assisting me.” He smiled again at the boy.

      She rushed onward. “I am Teena Crow of the Tlingit tribe. I will help you.”

      He stopped. For a moment he didn’t move, then he faced her, his expression like granite. “Do you know scientific methods?”

      Not certain what he meant, she shook her head.

      “Are you willing to abandon the practices you’ve been taught?”

      She did not answer directly. “I want to learn more.”

      “I’m afraid I can’t help you.” He strode on.

      His words—although softly spoken—were like blows to her. This was what she had longed for, hoped for and prayed for. He was several yards ahead of her and she ran to catch up. “I do not understand.”

      “Your people’s ignorant ways have killed many. Now that I’m here, I can save others from such malarkey.” He continued to the busy town that hadn’t existed a few months ago.

      Teena stared after him. She must have misunderstood him. Or he had misunderstood her. She followed the pair slowly, at a distance, as they made their way to the center of town. Jacob paused at the church—the first building Mack Tanner had constructed. Now he was adding to it to allow more people to attend services. Across the street stood another building—the school. They taught children to read and write. Mack said the native children were welcome СКАЧАТЬ