“Coming!” She grabbed her wrap, slipping it on before yanking the door open to see Al, the bartender at the Wild Rose.“We need the doctor, Miss Rachel. There’s been a fight at the saloon. One of the men has been shot pretty bad. We’ve got him out front of the clinic.”“I’ll get the doctor.”Charles hurried through the back door. He’d thrown on pants and a shirt, but still looked disheveled from Rachel shaking him awake. He looked down at an unconscious man, covered in blood and laying on the table. Al and another man stood to the side, the eyes of the younger one showing a combination of fear and anger as he watched the doctor strip open the man’s shirt to expose the wound.“Who is he?”“Jeff Decker. He’s my brother.”“What happened?” “A man at the card table didn’t like losing and accused Jeff of cheating. Jeff stayed calm, told him maybe he shouldn’t be playing if he couldn’t afford to lose, then started dealing the cards. The man pulled a gun and fired, then took off.
