Tempted by the Soldier. Patricia Potter
Stephanie leaned down and gave her dog a big hug. “Missed you,” she said.
“She hasn’t moved from the window since you left,” Beth, her vet tech, said. “What is the new guy like?”
“Pleasant enough.” And because she knew everyone in town would shortly know what happened at the ranch, she told Beth about Clint and the cow.
“By one of Hardy’s? I hope he didn’t hurt him.”
“She. A heifer, but a rather large one. But it’s just a minor wound, I think. Josh is with him now at Doc’s office.”
“Oh my,” Beth said. “Is he anything like Josh?”
“No, not at all. Were there any calls?”
Beth got the message and didn’t ask any more questions. “Some appointments for tomorrow, Wednesday. Annual shots and physicals. Thurday and Friday are pretty booked up, too. Mr. Crane called about this weekend’s search-and-rescue training program.”
“Thanks.” She looked at her watch. Nearly six. “Why don’t you go home? I have a few things to do here.”
Beth nodded, then obviously couldn’t restrain herself from asking one more question. “The new guy...is he married?”
“I’m pretty sure he isn’t.”
“Good-looking?”
“Some might think so.”
“Maybe I should take him a casserole.”
Stephanie sighed. Beth was nineteen and pretty. She was smart and liked both people and animals, and they liked her, which were great qualities for a vet tech. But Beth had made no secret that her life goal was marriage and a houseful of kids.
She, on the other hand, was never, ever going to marry again. She was a terrible judge of character, at least in the husband department, and now she treasured her independence. Never again would she lose control of her own life.
“I would give him a few days,” she said, refraining from saying Beth was too young for their newest resident. Or maybe not. What did she know about the man’s tastes?
She waited until Beth left, then checked on two dogs that were boarding at the clinic. She completed some paperwork and ordered more medicine. She couldn’t concentrate. She shouldn’t have just left Clint with the doctor, no matter how...disconcerted he made her.
The tune from The Music Man popped into her head.
Something about trouble coming to River City.
Or maybe Covenant Falls.
“NOTHING’S BROKEN,” CLINT insisted to the elderly doctor.
“You a doctor?” the man asked.
“No, but...”
“I’ll get my supper a whole lot quicker if you just answer my questions. Leave it to Stephanie to come in after hours,” he groused.
“You know you’re her biggest fan,” Josh Manning said. “She certainly helps your bottom line.”
Doc Bradley muttered something Clint couldn’t hear, but he didn’t think it was gratitude. An older woman in scrubs decorated with tiny smiling elephants wheeled him into a treatment room where the doctor examined Clint’s foot. “I want an X-ray,” he said when he finished. “Janie, my nurse, will take you.”
Ten minutes later, the doctor came into the dark, tiny X-ray room and studied the film. Then he wheeled Clint into a third room. It was small, made smaller by the bookcase full of books and a large file cabinet. Several diplomas decorated the wall, along with a painting of a waterfall.
Doc Bradley pulled a chair next to Clint. “No break, but it’s badly bruised and going to be even more painful tomorrow. Probably worse the next day. Are you taking any medications?”
Clint handed him the pills he always kept near him. The doctor looked at the bottle, then asked, “Do you have your medical records with you?”
“They’re in my duffel and that’s in Stephanie’s truck, but basically I was injured in a car accident. Mild traumatic brain injury, they told me. I have blackouts, usually preceded by headaches.”
“Bad ones, I take it.”
Clint nodded.
“As strong and frequent now as they were just after the injury?”
“Afraid so.”
“Any other injuries?
“Nothing of any importance.”
“Why don’t you let me decide that,” Doc Bradley said.
“Two bullet wounds. Neither hit anything major. Some broken bones after a chopper crash. My knees took a beating at the same time I had the brain injury.”
The doctor nodded and took a paper from the desk. “If you want me to be your doctor—and since I’m the only one in town you don’t have much choice—you can sign that paper giving me permission to obtain your records from your former doctor.”
Clint liked him. No nonsense. Not much bedside manner. He approved. “I do, at least, as long as I’m going to be here. Not sure how long that will be.” He scrawled his signature.
“That’s what Josh told me when he first came here, and I think he’s here for good.”
Clint shrugged. It was the second time he’d heard that, but then, he wasn’t Josh Manning.
“In any event, I’m giving you an anti-inflammatory and some pain medication. Not as strong as the pills you have now. Stay off the foot as much as possible and use ice packs on it. I have a spare pair of crutches. You can bring them back when they’re not needed. I’m available at any time. Just ask Stephanie.” There was a humor in his voice that belied real annoyance.
He wheeled Clint back into his office where Josh Manning waited. “I have free samples of both medications and I’ll be back with the crutches,” he said and disappeared into the examining room.
Manning, who had been sitting on a chair in the reception area, stood.
“It’s just a bruise,” Clint said. “No big deal.”
“Bad enough,” Manning said. “I’m damned sorry about that. You probably want to run for the hills right now. I wanted to do that when I landed in Covenant Falls, even without being stomped by a cow.”
Clint shrugged. “Don’t blame Stephanie. I offered to help. I chalk it down to a new experience. A close encounter of the bovine kind.”
Manning grinned. “I was going to ask you to have supper with my family tonight, but now you probably just want to get to the cabin. There’s plenty of food there, although my invitation is still good. I have to warn you, though, it could be chaotic.”
“Chaotic? That sounds about right today.”
“Well there’s five dogs, one very curious and bright boy who will ask a million questions, and my wife, the mayor, who will try to convince you that Covenant Falls is heaven on earth.”
“And is it?”
“Depends on your viewpoint,” Manning said. “I’m sort of leaning in that direction after a rocky start.”
Stephanie appeared then with a dog, a golden retriever, at her side. She also carried his duffel and his other shoe.
“Sherry?” Clint asked, and the dog’s entire rear wriggled with delight at the sound of her name.
Stephanie’s eyes widened. Perhaps she was surprised he had remembered her dog’s name. In truth, he recalled every word of conversation