Gunfire On The Ranch. Delores Fossen

      Theo didn’t exactly thank him for pointing that out, because Nathan seemed to be alarmed by the blood. Theo hated to add to the boy’s anxiety, but he also didn’t want anyone to make a fuss about a small cut. At least he thought it was small. He hadn’t really had a chance to look at it, but he did know that his cheek was stinging.

      Jameson opened the glove compartment, located a small first-aid kit and passed it not to Theo but to Ivy. “Since Theo said he won’t see a medic, you make sure he doesn’t need stitches.”

      That request seemed to add to Ivy’s anxiety level, but she opened the kit and took out some gauze and antiseptic cream. She reached over Nathan and blotted the gauze against Theo’s cut. It wasn’t a very manly reaction, but he grunted from the pain.

      “When Mom’s fixing up my cuts,” Nathan said, “I just think about a computer game or my horse, Willow. You have a horse?” he asked Theo.