Chapter 11
Very late the next morning, Mars and Dylan made it down to the kitchen. Bart was there, assuring them he was fine. “The shot was in-and-out, missing bone, so I’ll be back in working condition sooner than later.”
“You went to the hospital?” Dylan asked.
“Nope, we have our own personal medic. All things considered, unless it’s major we stay away from hospitals. They tend to want to follow the law and report gunshot wounds.”
“Makes sense.”
“How are you doing?” Bart asked him.
Dylan sighed, then smiled. “That seems to be the question of the hour. Ken asked too. I’m okay, thanks to all of you.”
“We’ve all been there, Dylan. It never gets easy, but…” Bart grinned. “And you’ve probably heard that a dozen times already.”
“Enough so I’m finally believing it.” Dylan got coffee, ta
