With Rullin dumped none too gently on the floor and the door closed, any plans to argue Gemma's fate were interrupted by groans from the couch. Morgan tried to sit up, but Karl put a hand on his chest.
"Not so fast," he said. "You're fine right where you are. Can you speak?"
"I guess so." The boy's voice was terribly raspy. "How did I get in here?"
"A nasty piece of work threw you into my fence," Gemma said. "That's how."
Gemma sat down beside Morgan with a damp cloth, gently blotting at the blood on his face.
"Didn't throw me at all." He twisted one thin arm out from under the blanket and took the cloth, scrubbing at his own mouth. "I jumped."
"You did what?" Gemma said, her hand over her heart. "Why ever would you do such a thing, child? You knew about that fence. You've been up he
