EpilogueDespite Katya’s apparent promise to send any one of three physicians within the network, the group’s recent string of bad luck would only continue. All of them were either dead or had abandoned their posts. In the end, a medical professional did arrive to help treat Dakota. But it wasn’t a doctor.
Not of humans, anyway.
When Dakota saw Bahaar’s timid face peeking into his room, he let out a big sigh. “I’m not a horse,” he snarked from the relative comfort of his bed, where he lay nestled under a stack of blankets and quilts. “And you’re a long way from home, buddy.”
Bahaar smiled. “I am fairly certain that broken bones, bruises, and burns are much the same on cattle as they are on men.”
True. “But how many steers have you treated with M.S.?” No use in hiding it now, especially
