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Theodora Clay’s eyes skimmed the lines, noted the official stationery, and read enough to satisfy her curiosity. She did not exactly soften, but the rigid lines across her forehead faded. “All right, then. I guess that means I owe you an apology,” she said, but then she didn’t offer one.
Mercy retrieved the paper and lovingly put it back into her bag, next to the note from Captain Sally. “Maybe you owe one to Mr. Korman, too, since he didn’t do anything except tell you the coast was clear. ”
Just then, the captain came bursting back through the passenger car with several of his men, including Mr. Purdue and the two blonds who’d first delivered the bad news, who were helping to support an unknown fellow who was bleeding from the shoulder. The captain stopped at Mercy and said, “Mrs. Lynch, you’re a nurse, aren’t you?”
“That’s right. Who told you?”
“A big Texian in the next car up. ”
She reached for her bag. “But haven’t you got a doctor on board?”
“We were supposed to,” he said with a note of complaint. “But we don’t, and we’r
e not picking one up until the next stop. So for now I’ve got a man who could use a little attention, if you’d be so kind as to help us wrap him up. ”
“Of course,” she said, happy for the excuse to conclude her awkward talk with Miss Clay.
“Do you have anything useful in that bag of yours?”
“It’s all loaded up with useful things,” she said, and stepped into the aisle behind them. She could tell at a glance that the man wasn’t mortally injured, though his eyes were frantic, like he’d never been hurt this bad before in all his life. But there’s a first time for everything, and this first event was scaring him more than it was hurting him. “Where are you taking him?”
“Back to the last passenger car. It’s only half full, and we can set him down there. ”
Mercy followed the small crew back, across the blizzard-?wild interchanges between the cars, and into the last compartment of the last passenger sleeper. There, they tried to lay the man down, but he wouldn’t have it. He sat up, protesting, until Mercy had shooed all but the white-?haired captain away. The car’s few occupants were just beginning to rise off the floor and reclaim their seats, as the captain told them, “It’s fine, everyone. You can come out again. It was just a weak little attempt at a raid, and it’s over now. ”
So while they rose from their hiding places, they watched curiously as Mercy removed the injured man’s shirt down to his waist. The captain took a seat on the other side of the compartment so he could watch the proceedings.
He told the patient, “This is Mrs. Lynch. Her husband died in a camp in Georgia not too long ago. She’s a nurse. ”
“I gathered that last part,” the man said. It came out of his chest in a soft gust.
“She’s from Kentucky. ”
She smiled politely as if to confirm this, and prodded at the injury. “Captain, could you scare up some clean rags for me, and some water? I bet they’ll have some back in the caboose. ”
“I’ll just be a moment,” he said, practically clicking his heels.
The man with the now-?naked torso leaned his head against the seat’s high back and asked, “Where’re you from in Kentucky, Mrs. Lynch? And might I ask, where’re you going?”
She didn’t mind answering, if for no other reason than it’d take his mind off the wound. “I’m from Lexington. And I’m headed west to meet up with my daddy. He got hurt not so long ago himself. It’s a long story. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
The loud clap and unclap of the car door announced Captain MacGruder’s return. “Here you go, ma’am,” he said, handing her a bundle of washrags made for dishes and a pitcher full of water. “I hope these’ll work. ”
“They’ll work just fine. ” She took one of the rags and dunked it into the pitcher, then proceeded to dab away the blood.
“Morris,” he answered her question belatedly. “It’s Private First Class Morris Comstock. ”
“Nice to meet you,” she said. “Now, lean forward for me, if you would, please. ”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, and struggled to accommodate her.
She wiped the back of his shoulder, too, and said, “Well, Private First Class Morris Comstock, I do believe you’ll live to see another day. ”
“How do you figure that?”
“If it’d stuck you any lower, you’d be losing a lung right now, and if it was any higher, it would’ve broken your collarbone all to pieces. But as it stands, unless it takes to festering, I think you’re going to be just fine. ” She gave him an honest smile that was a little brighter than her professional version, if for no other reason than his own relief was contagious.
“You mean it?”
