SAGE AND BONNIE BEGAN THEIR WORK. THE WOMAN must have passed out with the pain, but she kept fighting, kept breathing. She had broken ribs along her left side, three broken fingers, and deep cuts on both her arms as if someone had carved on her for fun. She had what looked like burns on both her palms and a long, thin gash across the top of one breast deep enough to still be bleeding and get infected. Bruises were too many to count, but the worst were on her face. Both her eyes had swollen shut, and there was a good chance her broken nose would never heal straight.
Bonnie washed away the blood as Sage moved from wound to wound. 'I'm not a violent person” the nurse whispered, 'but I wish Roak hadn't killed whoever did this so I could kill him myself.”
'Her chances don't look good, but we'll do the best we can,' Sage added. 'We'll have our hands full keeping fever and infection down, even after we set the bones. I fear one of her ribs has punctured a lung. Out on a farm, with no skilled care, she wouldn't have had much of a chance. He did the right thing.'
'Maybe this Drummond Roak isn't as worthless as you take him for?' Bonnie mumbled as if to herself.
'I know he's probably a good man. More than once he helped my family when we were in a fight, but that doesn't make him less of a pest. He used to do things, say things, just to drive me crazy.' She didn't add that once he'd won a kiss from her in a bet. He'd been nervous and untrained, but that kiss had haunted her dreams more than once over the years.
Before the conversation could continue, Sage asked, 'Hand me that splint for her finger, then thread up another needle. I want every wound cleaned and closed”
Bonnie followed orders but whispered, 'Her breathing is so shallow. The odds aren't with us.'
'We have to try.' Barret's words drifted through her thoughts. He used to say, 'Even if the odds are a hundred to one, we'll save the one”
Sage worked fast, trusting in her skill. Bonnie had been by her side long enough to almost read her mind. The woman on the table whimpered a few times. Once she cried out for her husband then, crying softly, begged him not to come.
An hour passed, then two. Drum leaned his head in when the hotel housekeeper brought fresh water.
'How is she?' His gray eyes were filled with concern.
'We're working on her face now. Using cold compresses to take a little of the swelling down” Sage stepped to the door and stood close to him as she whispered, 'All the flesh wounds will heal if there is no infection. I'm not so sure about the broken ribs. The dark bruising bothers me. I fear one break may have done some damage to her lung.'
He leaned so close she could feel his breath when he asked, 'Can her boys see her? They both think she's dead and were not telling them. I can't get them to eat or sleep.'
'I don't know, she looks pretty bad.'
Drum frowned. 'She couldn't look worse than she did all day, and they took turns washing away oozing blood.'
He had a point. 'All right.' Sage nodded. 'Tell them they can come in for a minute.'
She turned back to her patient, making sure she was covered. In truth, the woman looked far better than when Drum brought her in. She was clean, her cuts bandaged. Bonnie had even taken the time to run a comb through her hair.
The two sons, looking exhausted, moved slowly into the room. They stood three feet away and stared in horror as if they didn't know the woman on the table. Sage closed her eyes, feeling their pain. She could deal with cuts and breaks and illness, but when the human heart broke, she had no idea how to mend it.
Bonnie looked up at the thin brothers and met their stares. She cleared her throat. 'She's all bruised, boys, but she's a fighter. I didn't get a chance to introduce myself to her when she was awake. Could one of you tell me her name?'
'Margaret, but my father called her Meg” the older boy said as if remembering his manners. 'My mother's named Meg Smith, and I'm Will and this is Andy Smith”
Bonnie smiled as she changed the cold rag pressed against their mother's face. 'I'm Nurse Pierce, and the lady by the door is Dr. McMurray.”
Neither looked like they believed the nurse. 'She's a doc?' the smaller boy whispered to his brother.
Will nodded. 'I think she is. The Ranger called her one, and Dad says you can trust a Ranger with the truth.'
They both looked toward Drum and waited for him to nod before they both seemed to believe.
Bonnie pulled out the woman's one hand that was bandaged but had no broken fingers. 'You know, boys, you might hurt her if you touched her face, but I bet she'd love it if you took her hand for a minute. Your mother is very brave. As brave as any soldier I've ever seen, but even the brave need a little comfort now and then.'
The older boy moved closer and took his mother's hand. He held it gently, then bent and kissed it lightly. When he straightened, he tossed his hair out of his face and didn't try to rub away his tears. The second boy did the same, holding her hand as gallantly as a knight of old.
Sage smiled at the way Bonnie had with people. She wasn't a woman anyone noticed, really, until they saw her heart.
'Now, boys” Bonnie continued, 'your mother is going to need you two when she's back on her feet, so I think you'd better go get some food in the hotel cafe and then find a place to sleep. We'll call you as soon as she wakes”
Sage met Drum's gaze. 'Take them up to our rooms. We'll both stay down here with their mother tonight”
Drum nodded and motioned for them to follow him. 'Aren't you going to ask which room?'
'Nope,' he answered just before he closed the door.
Sage frowned. She wasn't even going to ask how he knew. She had a feeling she wouldn't like the answer. Moving the lamp close, she said to Bonnie, 'Let's get her settled and as comfortable as we can. Then we can take turns sitting up with her”
Two hours later, Sage felt the low back pain of exhaustion. Meg was sleeping. It was time to let her rest and heal.
'The boys should be asleep by now” she said to Bonnie. 'I think I'll go upstairs and wash up, then I'll take the first shift, and you can sleep.”
Bonnie nodded. 'Take your time”
Sage pulled off her apron and slipped from the room. Part of her wanted to curl at the bottom of the stairs and sleep a few minutes before she made the climb, but the need to wash away the smell of blood drove her to take one step after the other.
As she'd thought, the rooms of her suite were dark. The boys had taken the two small beds in Bonnie's room. Bonnie's cat was sleeping beside little Andy, and to her surprise, the mutt lay at the foot of Will's bed.
Drum rested with his long legs over the arm of the settee like some giant forced to sleep in a dwarf's bed. She couldn't help but smile. He'd ridden all night to save the family and then pushed hard to get Meg back for care. He deserved sleep.
She moved closer and studied his face in the moonlight. Bonnie had been right. He was handsome, but even in sleep there was something about him that drew her and warned her to stay away at the same time. He wore his gun low as though he had regular occasion to use it. His clothes were worn and dark as if he dressed to move unnoticed among people and through the night. There was danger about him she would have found fascinating when she'd been younger, but now she realized she'd put adventure aside.
Slipping past him, she crossed to the washroom. After pouring water into a basin, she stripped down to her satin underclothes. Before marriage, she'd always worn cotton next to her skin, but a few days before her wedding she'd decided to replace all her camisoles with silk and satin, wickedly choosing cream and black instead of all white.
Sage stared at her reflection. She'd wasted her money. Her purchases had gone not only unnoticed but unseen.
Slowly, taking care not to miss a spot, she washed. When she finished, she slipped into one of her old shirts and a worn pair of trousers that she'd pulled from a trunk. Whoever delivered the trunk to the hotel must have ordered all her things washed. She could smell a hint of soap and the sunshine air they must have dried in.
The clothes felt strange somehow, as if last worn when she was a hundred years younger. Some might say twenty-three was still young, but Sage had experienced too many days lately when she'd sworn she could see
