CHAPTER 3
SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO
“Is he going to be alright?” Rex heard his ma’s sweet voice ask as if from afar. His eyes refused to open, and everywhere on his body hurt, especially his left leg. Rex couldn’t even tell where he was.
“Yes,” a familiar voice said. It sounded like Dr. Brennan, their family doctor, which meant Rex was either at the ranch or in the hospital at Dexington where Dr. Brennan worked. “Fortunately, he came away with no major damage except for a mild concussion, a hairline fracture of his tibia, and extensive bruises. But we need to observe him for a while to make sure there’s no further head injury. Rex won’t need surgery for the leg, but he’ll need to wear a brace for some time and get enough rest to let the bone heal well.”
“Thank you, Doctor. I’ll make sure he
