Chapter 36
“Please, my love, keep fighting.” Celina hovered over Lauro, cradling his head in her lap and willing him to live. Such fury blazed in her chest that she could hardly look at the tall, angular healer that Ernesto had finally induced to help them. To take Lauro down the mountain would have taken far too long. He needed medical attention now, so this healer was her only choice.
With barely a glance in her direction, the bearded man knelt before Lauro to inspect his infected wound and affected leg.
Yesterday, when the man who had gone to fetch the curandero—the one who cures—and returned alone, Celina had been livid.
“He does not treat white men,” Ernesto had said, as if that explained everything. “He has trained a younger man, an apprentice. He will send—”
“No,” she yelled, c
