12Two days had passed since their arrival at the ranch. Though the Indians were healing, Redhawk’s chest wound wasn’t mending as hoped.
Anna stared out the small window. The house, smaller than the one in Texas, was cozy. The surrounding land was beautiful, even covered in a winter blanket. She liked it here.
“How’re the patients doing today?” Ricardo hobbled into the small room, leaning heavily on his crutch, and stopped beside the bed.
“The same, really. Why isn’t Redhawk’s chest wound healing?”
“Well, it was more serious than the others, so I’d expect it to take a bit longer to heal.”
“I suppose.”
“Would you like some company?”
She smiled and nodded. “I miss my books.”
“As you can see from my small collection in the other room, I also love reading. When I moved from Louisiana, I
