Margareatha hurried out of the telegraph office, praying that the telegram would reach Red in time. Lorenz had developed a fever one week ago. Her mind was in a complete turmoil. There had to be a solution for this situation.
The doctor kept going, “hmm,” when draining pus from the wound. Surely those people that Red"s shipments went to had something to help. She realized that should Red even get the telegram, it would take weeks before anything arrived via the stagecoach from San Francisco, and then only if Red could get it from Carson City to San Francisco. So far Lorenz"s system was trying to fight off the infection and the fever. His appetite was huge, as though the food would rebuild the body tissue that was damaged. Her ability to keep the doctor from realizing that Lorenz had two h
