CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Years of dirt and grime coated the generator Izzy had found in the demolished storage area of the clinic. Villagers had carried the unit into an open area, eager for her to fix it with the makeshift toolkit they’d cobbled together. Izzy doubted if the generator had run in years or if it would have worked under the best of circumstances, but she had to try.
She studied the generator. A clamp hung off a pipe that didn’t seem to be attached to anything. This wasn’t like the car engines she was used to. She had no idea what she was doing.
Futility, frustration, and fatigue overwhelmed her determination. Her shoulders sagged.
This is too much for me. If Boyd or Rowdy were here…
No. Izzy pursed her lips. People were counting on her. She had to do this or patients needing
