CHAPTER 12
Doc Henderson hurried into the house, setting his black derby hat on the table. “Andy. Charlotte. Where’s the patient? I heard it was a bull injury.”
Andy walked forward, but Warren’s hand shot out. “Who’s he talking about?”
Charley walked around the chair and placed her hand on Warren’s arm. “Warren, I have to tell you. It’s Morgan. He…he…um…”
Warren looked at her, eyes wide and searching.
“I’ll take you—”
“Doc Henderson.” Aunt Lydia walked from the kitchen and stopped. “Thank heavens.” She held a steaming pot of water. “We’ve been waiting for you.” She walked toward the staircase. “Please, follow me.”
The doctor didn’t ask any questions as he left the parlor and followed Lydia up the steps.
Warren pulled his arm away from Charley. “What happened to my brother?”
“You m
