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Enos groaned, drawing Duncan’s attention. He moved closer to his wounded soldier.
“Do not move. You’ve caught yourself an arrow in the thigh,” Duncan explained, placing a hand on Enos’s shoulder to keep him from trying to sit up or stand.
With his other hand, he lifted the blood-soaked bandage to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had, but they’d have to burn the flesh to keep him from bleeding to death once they cut the tip out.
“Where is the angel?” Enos asked.
Duncan furrowed his brow before he remembered Enos had mistaken Anne for an angel when she checked on him shortly after he was shot.
“I’m here,” Anne said as she came up to the other side of Enos.
Enos smiled and closed his eyes.
“I’ve put some willow bark in the water heating by the fire,” she told Duncan. “We’ll need
