Rose and the Cowboy (Western Frontier Justice War) by Jesse Storm

“Don’t touch him there! He’s bleeding.” “I know that he’s bleeding! Both of my hands are covered in blood.” “Well, be careful.” “I am being careful, Rose. I don’t want to make it any worse!” “I think he’s waking up.” Ted was convinced that he was dreaming. And when he opened his eyes, he was sure that there were two angels looking down at him. “Hello, mister,” Rose said. “How are you feeling?” “Don’t ask him that, Rose,” the other woman replied. “You can clearly see that he’s been shot.” “I just wanted to make sure, okay, Lilly?” Ted was still in a great deal of pain, but it was obvious that his shoulder had been tended to. He could feel a tightness around his wound. The women were putting pressure on it and preparing to cauterize his gunshot wound. +++ Ted had the urge to jump up and get back on the trail. Tommy Bates was still out there. The pain in his shoulder was paralyzing, but he was certain that he could still walk if he tried. And so, he tried. But Rose’s hand on his chest stopped him from rising. “Sir, please,” she said. “You really shouldn’t be moving. You’ve lost a lot of blood. And… what’s your name, mister?” “Ted Teller,” he replied. “I’m Rose Salter. My sister’s name is Lilly. You are safe. This is our cabin. Me and my sister have lived here for years.” But Ted knew that he wasn’t going to stick around for long. He had to continue his journey. Even with this gunshot wound in his shoulder.