“OK, I've got that, Louie. Do you want them now or in the morning?”
“The bloke's a mess, I don't know if he'll last till the morning. He mentioned Riley by name. I really need them here now,” replied the major, the stress in his voice was clear.
“Right, give them two hours to get there. Is Lorraine on or Gail?”
Major Louie Lewis rubbed his face then noticed the dried blood on his hands. He'd helped their medical team undress the cattleman when he was brought into the first aid room. “It's Gail tonight, Lorraine's been busy with Beamy and Slimmy. She's been working them hard on their physio exercises. Why?”
“Just thinking, Gail's the best I've seen treating gunshot wounds, besides Tricia, of course. Was he shot?” asked Wiram.
“Not sure, I think it's a knife wound. It looks like he was
