Chapter Fourteen
“Cara mia,” Beau knelt down beside his wife, “what hurts?”
“My shoulder,” she lay very still, trying not to aggravate the injury.
“Here, let me see.” Carefully he got her to her knees and unbound her arms, almost losing her in a faint when her arm was twisted back too far. “It’s dislocated,” he explained after a quick exam. “I’m going to pop it back into place. Hold on to the tree with your good arm. That’s it.” Lucy wrapped her arm around the tree and took a deep breath. “On three. One, two…” With a hard twist and yank, the shoulder slipped back into place. Lucy’s head snapped back and her eyes fluttered shut in pain. “Three,” he said, leaning her back on his chest as the swoon passed and her eyes opened again.
“Beau, he was, he could have…” she stammered, realizing
