She looked up to see Heidi hovering close, eyes red, face wet and dripping. “No yarrow root.” She sniffed and hiccupped. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Fenway. I can’t find it anywhere. I found some sassafras and chopped it up, put some whiskey in it to make a poultice, but it’s gonna feel like you been set on fire.” “A little pain’s better than bleeding to death.” Victoria had managed to remove the damaged chaps from her legs and rip the wool material from around her wound before passing out to the sound of Heidi’s footsteps racing after the animals. Sometime while Victoria had been fighting the effects of blood loss, Boaz had returned and nosed her to let her know he was there; true to Joseph’s promise, Boaz would never leave a wounded rider. Even the man’s animal was of excellent quality, and was a natural leader, it seemed; the bray of Pudding’s irritation came from somewhere nearby. Heidi brought up her carefully prepared medicine and hesitated.
