Gingham Mountain (16 page)

“We found him.” Grant jerked his head toward the wagon. “He’s been hurt.”

Both girls gasped. Charlie scowled. They rode up beside the wagon.

“Is he alive?” Marilyn asked sharply.

Sadie cried out, covered her mouth with one hand, and began to weep softly.

“He’s alive.” Grant kept driving and praying. “Marilyn, ride to town
for Doc Morgan. Tell him to bring his plaster. Josh’s arm looks broken. And get Will and Ian. I may need some help.”

Marilyn whirled the horse in a tight circle, slapped her reins against the animal’s hindquarters, and tore off, bent low over the roan’s shoulders.

As she dashed off, it struck Grant again that he shouldn’t let her go off alone. There was danger out here. But the thought came too late. Marilyn was out of sight and out of earshot.

Sadie rode close, her eyes riveted on Joshua, but Grant had other ideas for her. “Head for the cabin and get some water hot and tear up a sheet. We’ll need to sterilize his wounds, and the quicker the better. The doc will need to sew him up and put a cast on his arm.”

The look of stubbornness on Sadie’s face surprised Grant. She’d been with him as long as Joshua, and she’d always been the first to lend a hand. Before Grant could repeat his order, Sadie looked away from Joshua. Grant caught sight of the tears streaming down the girl’s face. She yelled to her horse and went for the cabin at a full gallop, with Charlie holding on for dear life.

The wagon took the rest of them slowly home.

As they finally arrived, Marilyn was just riding up with the doctor.

Grant pulled up as close as he could get to the front door. Grant saw Ian coming fast up the trail. Other horses came behind him.

“Benny, get up here and hold the reins.” Grant put on the brake then jumped to the ground.

Benny scrambled over the front of the wagon box to the high seat.

Grant came around to the back just as the doctor swung down off his horse. Grant opened the tailgate.

Ian pulled his horse to a stop.

Will rode up and dismounted. Will was another of those first six children. Joshua was his brother in every way that counted. “What’s happened?” Will’s gaze was riveted to Josh’s still form.

“Thanks for coming.” Grant couldn’t think clearly enough to answer Will.

“Let me look at him before we move him.” The doctor edged in between them.

Grant realized he’d blocked the man away from Josh.

The doctor leaned close.

Ian joined them. Grant’s heart eased just knowing his family was gathering to lend a hand. He had a lot of trouble with the folks in Sour Springs, but not everyone was unkind. In fact, most of them were generous, decent people. But a few could make a lot of noise.

Another horse drew near, ridden by Parson Babbitt.

The sudden tightening of Grant’s throat caught him by surprise. He hadn’t cried since he was five years old, but these men coming to help meant a lot.

The parson came to look over the side of the wagon, and Grant saw his lips moving. As soon as he assessed the situation, Parson Babbitt gave Grant a serious nod of his head then went around the wagon to stand with the children. He picked Libby up, rested a hand on Benny’s shoulder, and spoke quietly to the youngsters.

“The shoulder’s dislocated, not broken.” Doc Morgan stepped closer and leaned over Josh, touching the gash, checking his heartbeat and breathing, running his hands over his legs. A firm push on Josh’s ribs forced a moan out of the boy.

Grant’s heart raced. It was the first sound out of his son.

“There could be internal things but, barring that, it looks like he’s going to be okay once we patch him up.” Dr. Morgan looked over his shoulder at Ian, whose arms were thick from working his anvil. “I can use your strength here. I’ll show you what to do. We’ll put this shoulder back in place before we move him. I’ll bind it up good and it’ll heal fast. Then I want him inside for the stitches.”

“Kids, make sure the kitchen table is clear.” Grant looked up.

“I already checked, Pa. It’s good.” Marilyn stood with her arms crossed, watching the doctor with wide eyes.

Grant noticed Charlie’s usually furrowed forehead was smooth. A
look of wonder had settled on his face as he watched the family hover around Joshua. Grant suspected the boy had never seen so many people worried about an orphan.

Ian followed the doctor’s orders and grasped Josh’s hand. Grant saw the sheen of sweat break out on Ian’s forehead, not from effort but from worry. Resetting a joint was going to hurt Josh bad. But it had to be done.

The doctor explained what he expected. With a hard pull from Ian, a cry wrung out of Josh and the joint snapped audibly into place.

Grant’s knees sagged, and Will was there with an arm to support him. Grant ran both hands into his hair, slick with cold sweat. He knocked his hat off his head. “I was fine handling Josh until someone took over.”

Will nodded. “Tell me what happened.”

“Not now,” the doctor interrupted as he rested Josh’s limp arm on his chest and then moved aside. “We need to get him in and I don’t want him bumped around. I suspect he’s got broken ribs, and there are other things inside that could be busted up. He might have broken his neck while he was at it. Ian, you pick him up. Be real smooth about it.”

The doctor jabbed a finger at Will. “When Ian gets him up, come over to the other side and steady him. Grant, help ease his feet off the wagon when Ian lifts him away. Hold them straight all the way stretched out until we get him laid down inside.”

With Ian’s strength and Will on hand, they moved Josh inside easily. Ian stretched the boy flat on the table. Everyone moved inside. All but the doctor stepped to the far side of the room, which wasn’t all that far.

Parson Babbitt just poked his head in the door. “You youngsters come on with me to the barn. They haven’t got room to move in here.”

Grant saw mutiny on his children’s faces, but they did as the parson asked. Libby, Benny, Charlie, and even Marilyn minded the man of God.

Sadie gave Grant a beseeching look. “I want to stay, Pa.”

The doctor looked up. “I might need a hand.”

Grant nodded and settled in to endless, silent prayer for God to hold Joshua in this side of heaven.

Minutes stretched as the doctor bound Josh’s ribs, moving him as little as possible, then put a sling on his arm. When that was done, he cleaned Josh’s cuts, taking pains to make sure there wasn’t a speck of dirt left in the head wound. Half the morning was gone before he straightened. “All right, Sadie, I could use a nurse here if you’re willing.”

Sadie stepped up. The doctor began issuing orders. Sadie pulled threads, ointments, and bandages out of the doctor’s bag, whatever he asked for.

The doc was just clipping the last thread when Joshua’s eyes flickered open.

Sadie inhaled sharply and leaned down. “Josh, you’re awake.”

Grant was struck with another unlikely burn of tears. He rubbed the heels of his hands across his eyes to ensure no embarrassment. When he finished, he noticed Will doing the same thing.

Doc leaned down over Joshua and lifted one of the boy’s eyelids. “Can you hear me, Josh?”

Josh nodded once then gasped. A moan escaped his lips, but even that was cut off quickly as if even using his vocal cords hurt.

“Lay still. You took quite a tumble. I’ve got you patched up, but you’re going to have to give yourself time to recover.”

Josh didn’t so much as nod his agreement.

“I’m going to give you some laudanum for the pain. Not much, just enough so your pa and brothers can get you moved to your bed. Then you’ll have a long sleep. You’re going to feel puny for the next few days, but you’ll heal.”

Sadie handed the doctor a brown bottle and a spoon.

The doctor administered the laudanum, and Josh shuddered from the taste, winced, and then slowly let his eyelids fall shut.

Doc straightened and turned to Grant. “Be as easy as you can with him. Let’s get him to bed.”

“Can I talk to him for just one second, Doc?” Grant moved up beside Josh.

Doc nodded and stepped back. “Make it quick. That drug will kick in, and he won’t be making any sense for a while.”

Grant bent over the table. “Don’t try to talk, son. Don’t nod your head or so much as budge. Just blink your eyes, once for yes and twice for no. Do you understand?”

Josh’s eyes blinked once.

“I know you didn’t fall of that bluff, Josh. Did someone push you?”

Sadie gasped.

Will stepped closer behind Grant.

Ian asked from behind them, “You think he was pushed?”

Josh opened his eyes.

Grant saw the hesitation. “Do you know?”

Josh blinked his eyes twice very deliberately. Then the dark brown pupils dilated.

“No. Okay.” Grant leaned closer. “Did you hear anything? I’m going up there to scout around, but do you remember—” Grant stopped, frustrated by the inability to really talk to the boy. “Do you—”

Very slowly Josh’s lids slid closed.

“Josh, wait. I need to know. . .”

“No more, Grant.” Doc’s hand settled on Grant’s shoulder. “He’s asleep. Even if you could get him to blink, you couldn’t be sure he’d know what he was doing. The drug can make you mighty confused. Pretty common after a knock on the head to forget what happened just before the blow, so he probably wouldn’t answer you anyway. After he gets some rest, you can question him again.”

Grant straightened and looked in Sadie’s eyes.

He was surprised by the flowing tears. . .and the fury. She asked, “You think someone deliberately pushed Josh?”

Will moved closer to Josh. All the protective instincts of a big brother shone in his eyes. Looking between his two children, Grant said, “Josh is like an antelope on those hills, surefooted and careful. He didn’t just fall off that mountain.”

“I’ll go with you to do your scouting.” Will jerked his chin. Ready to fight for his brother, just like he’d been fighting for him ten years ago when they’d been living on the street. Will had realized the peril two black children were in on Houston’s streets, and he’d been ready to fight and die then for Josh and Sadie. When Grant had taken them to a diner to feed them, Will was the one who wouldn’t let his little brother and sister go in. Will was the one who stood his ground and made Grant understand the consequences.

“Me, too.” Ian hadn’t lived with them long. He was nearly a man grown when Grant took him in. But his wife, Megan, had been part of the family for five years before Ian had swept her off her feet. Ian was one of them.

The three of them exchanged a long look. Then Grant turned back to the doctor. “I don’t think we should mention this in town. I’ll have a talk with the sheriff, but if whoever was up there lives in Sour Springs, we don’t want him to know we’re onto him.”

“You’re jumping to conclusions, Grant.” The doctor busied himself rolling down his sleeves. “Anyone can take a fall. Rocks slide unexpectedly, the dirt crumbles on a trail.”

“Maybe it happened that way, Doc. But I know my boy. I’m going to go have a look. Would you mind not talking about my suspicions in town?”

“I’ll keep my mouth shut. Nothing to tell anyway, as far as I can see.” The doctor slipped his arms into his black suit coat then added a heavy sheepskin on top of that. “I’ll be back in the afternoon to check on Josh. If you need me before that, send someone running. Everyone in town’s going to know he’s hurt. I’ll just let it out that he took a fall.”

When the doctor said everyone, for some reason Grant thought of
Hannah. He wondered what that little snip would think about this. He’d promised to have his children in school and he’d failed. Now Josh was hurt, and she’d probably find a way to blame Grant for that. She’d be riding out here, scolding and insulting him before the end of the day. She’d probably try to take Josh and the rest of the children home with her.

A twinge of regret that she was always going to find him wanting as a father twisted his heart. He
was
wanting as a father. He did his best, but it was true he didn’t have enough room for them. He knew they all worked hard, maybe too hard. Their clothes were torn and patched as often as not. He knew all of that. But he’d never gone to beating up on himself for it. He was better than nothing, which is what these children had before.

At least he’d never gone to beating up on himself till Hannah. He wished she were here to worry alongside him.

Grant’s eyes widened and he straightened his spine. He did
not
wish she were here. He wanted the woman to stay as far away from him and his young’uns as possible.

Grant shook his head to clear it of notions that he didn’t have time for. It didn’t matter what the woman did or said. He managed as best he could. Grant knew that for the honest truth. And no amount of nagging could change that, whatever his shortcomings as a father.

And Grant prided himself on being an honest man.

He was a shameful, lowdown, lying polecat. None of Grant’s family had come. He’d promised they would.

Hannah looked at her mostly empty room. She’d expected thirty or more children here today. There must be others missing, too. “Children, take your seats, please.” Hannah stepped to the front of the room.