And Rufus too
*Faith* “He could have killed you. I don’t know what you were thinking,” I say as I pace. Cooper is sitting on the back veranda of my parents’ house, his arm in a sling. I had bandaged his shoulder as tightly as I could to stop the bleeding, helped him into a shirt, and tossed a quilt over Cole so Dee wouldn’t see him. My daughter had accepted my tale that the man had decided to take a nap. After I had saddled the horses, the three of us had ridden to the house so my mother could watch Dee. Then I took Cooper into town to see the doctor, while my father returned to the cabin with some ranch hands, got Cole into a wagon, and brought him to the sheriff. Once Cooper’s shoulder was treated… the bullet had gone through, nothing vital had been hit… we had both gone to the sheriff to explain
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