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The ride to Dodge City was hot, dusty, and long. Snake
knew all this before leaving home, but somehow, today—his
second day on the trail—seemed to have no end. It wasn't
even noon yet. Buster, the dapple gray gelding he'd bought
from his brother, Kid, two years ago, knew the way, so there
wasn't a whole lot for Snake to do—but think. Ponder about
that dim-witted mule, Maisy, and her outrageous behavior.
An uncontrollable grin formed on his face, as if someone
tickled his chest with a rooster tail-feather. Dang if that mule
wasn't ornery. Stupid critter had sat down again as soon as
they got to Ma's place, wouldn't even budge an inch for him
to get the harness off her.
The animal's antics didn't faze Summer. She'd just gone
about other tasks until the animal stood up, and then
moseyed over to unhitch her. He'd also learned Maisy didn't
like to have her hat taken off. When he'd attempted, the
blasted mule tried to bite him. It had been Summer again,
who rushed over to inform him Maisy's hats stay on until they
fall off. She proceeded to explain that a new one must be put
on before the animal will stand up again.
He left shortly after that lesson, having already learned
enough about Maisy to last a lifetime. With one hand, he
patted Buster, "Good thing you ain't that stubborn. I'd have
had to put you out to pasture. No man has that kind of
patience."
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Buster tossed his head, as if agreeing with the statement,
and they continued to amble along.
The wire from Hinkle said he needed to talk with Pat
Sughrue, the Sheriff in Dodge. George Hinkle was the
previous sheriff, and a family friend. Snake had met Sughrue
while in Dodge, found him to be a good sort, but didn't really
know what the sheriff could do about a poker game.
It had started out fine enough, just five men passing a lazy
afternoon with a deck of cards. July Austin was the fifth one
to join, had thrown in a single gold coin, and ended up
winning the first pot. The next couple hands had lessened the
man's stack of coins and bills, and by the last hand, he'd been
once again down to his gold coin.
It was amazing how someone as attractive as Summer,
with her dark hair and eyes, could be July's offspring. But
then again, most of July's unsightly image had to do with the
smallpox outbreak a few years back. The man's face was
scared with deep craters, and from what Snake knew, the
disease had also taken his wife.
He'd seen Summer back there, at the Long Branch,
washing out spittoons and other tasks. She'd stuck her head
and arm out of the back room, handing the clean dishes to
the bar keep, and July had made a point of singling her out,
telling everyone at the table she was his daughter.
"Come here, girlie, see what your pa won," the man had
shouted. That of course had been while the coins were
stacked up in front of him. She'd bowed her head shamefully
and slid back into the backroom. July had spouted on then
about his other daughter.
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A frown tugged at Snake's brows. If he remembered
correctly, July had gone on to say his other daughter was the
pretty one.
A sense of foreboding hit him like a gust of wind. Snake
turned to investigate. He'd had the sense someone followed
him—he'd half expected his little brother, Bug, to walk into
camp last night.
This feeling was different.
Behind a patch of brush there was a quick flash of light.
Before he had a chance to decipher what it might be, fire shot
up his leg, a split second later, a hard force hit his shoulder,
and the ricochets of gunfire rolled across the plains.
Pain exploded across his chest as he caught the saddle
horn, keeping his seat. Buster bounded sideways and then
took off in a full, wild run.
Snake could do little more than hold on and feel the blood
flowing out of the holes in both his leg and shoulder. The gun
shots continued, but his one arm was useless, and he needed
the other just to stay in the saddle.
The ground flowed beneath them, and the bouncing gave
teeth-clenching pain the opportunity to eat away at his body.
His vision became blurred, and his hearing muffled.
Through the thick fog encompassing him, hoof beats
behind grew closer as Buster, winded from his wild race,
slowed. With his good leg, Snake tried to nudge the horse,
make him continue to run, but it was futile. Beyond dizzy,
Snake slumped lower over the saddle horn. The pace really
didn't matter, he couldn't hold on much longer.
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"Don't let go," a faintly familiar voice shouted. "Don't let
go!"
He attempted to lift his head, to glance behind him, but
the movement was too much and the fog too thick. Snake laid
his head against Buster's bouncing neck, and the world as he
knew it, ceased to exist.
Later, or maybe not, he couldn't really decipher when, a
man stood several yards away. He was familiar. When the
man raised his hand, holding it out, Snake lifted an arm.
Oddly enough, the movement didn't hurt. "Dad?"
Jonas Quinter nodded but then held his hand all the way
up, silently telling Snake to stay where he was.
His mother's voice filtered in his fuzzy mind and pain like
he'd never experienced ripped him in two. There was more
pain, more voices he half recognized, but couldn't muster up
the strength to respond to them. Jonas appeared again while
those voices called to him, his father, calmly, assuredly told
him to nod his head. Nod in acknowledgement to the far away
voices. Snake nodded because he hadn't seen his father in
ten years. He had so much to ask him. So much to say. Then
they all—his father and the voices—faded away.
It was the warmth on his face and a light so bright it
filtered through his eyelids that he responded to next. It took
effort, and he was worn out by the time his eyes open.
Sun shone through the open window. He blinked at it,
wincing at how his head, swollen and thick, pounded. Dull
aching throbs filled his arm and leg. Over all discomfort
consumed his body from head to toe. The groan in his throat
caused more pain.
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"Here," someone said, "drink this."
He turned toward the sound, but stopped, cringing and
closing his eyes against the pain. Something bumped his
bottom lip. A glass. He sipped from it. A nasty, bitter taste
filled his mouth. He shuddered as it flowed down his throat,
burning.
"It'll help. Drink some more."
He shook his head.
Something refreshingly cool settled on his forehead, and
he sighed at the relief it brought.
"Try to sleep some more." The voice was feminine, and
slightly familiar. However it didn't belong to his mother or
sisters-in-law.
Flames of fire ate at his vocal cords by the time he
managed to mutter, "N-not t-tired."
"Just try to sleep," she said.
"C-can't," he forced out. Something twisted deep in his
guts, told him he had to wake up, there was danger or
something he needed to remember, respond to.
"Just try."
The cool cloth left his forehead to run down the sides of his
face and over the skin of his neck. It was heavenly. The knot
in his stomach dissolved, and he sighed with reprieve.
"That's it, just sleep," the voice faded into oblivion.
Summer continued to dip the cotton in the basin of water
by the bed, wring it out, and pat his clammy skin. It had been
almost a week since he'd been shot, and though the doctor
had shown her two bullets, assured there weren't any more in
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either Snake's leg or shoulder, she wondered if he'd truly
survive.
What would she do if he died? Where would she and
September and August go? They couldn't return to Dodge.
Yet, even if they were married, she and Snake, she and the
children couldn't remain here. Wainwright would find them.
She couldn't put the rest of the Quinters in danger.
A cool, calm feeling overcame her body, and she closed
her eyes, accepting the sensation like one welcomes a visit
from a long lost friend. There were no words, not even the
faintest hint of a whisper, yet he spoke to her. Jonas assured
her all would be well. The heaviness in her chest lifted,
floated away like a feather on a warm breeze. When she
opened her eyes, Summer knew Snake would survive.
Voices, those of August and September blew in through
the open window, and she let the air out of her chest. There'll
be bumps in the road, she intuitively understood, but in the
end, the children would be taken care of, and that was all that
mattered—besides Snake's recovery.
He'd fallen back to sleep. The wide span of his chest rose
and fell with each breath. Summer placed her hand in the
center of his torso, and ignoring the heat of his skin and the
softness of the splattering of curls, concentrated until she
could feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating.
The doctor had said he was lucky, another inch and the
bullet would have torn through his heart, killing him in the
saddle. She lifted her face upwards, and whispered, "Thank
you."
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There was no answer, but she hadn't expected one. Jonas
never acknowledged her gratefulness. His silent assurance
Snake would survive was more than she anticipated.
She rose from the chair beside the bed. After repositioning
the sheet over his sleeping form, she gathered the rag and
water bowl and carried them from the room.
"How's he doing?" Stephanie, who'd been a beacon of
kindness, wanted to know.
"He woke up for a minute, but is sleeping again now."
Summer dumped the bowl in the sink and hung the cotton
cloth on a hook above the cupboard. "He's going to be fine."
Even though she knew the words to be true, a lump formed in
her throat.
"I know he is, sweetie," Stephanie patted her shoulder.
"My boys are tough. Practically made of nails."
Summer nodded a response.
"Did I tell you about Bug? When he was hit in the head,
and we didn't know if'n he was gonna make it?" Stephanie
asked while she carried a basket of beans to the table. "We
were out at the Badlands, building Skeeter's house. You ain't
met him yet. Most likely we won't see them now 'til the
holidays." The woman plopped into a chair and began to snap
the ends off the beans. "He and Lila got two kids. I've
mentioned that."
Summer nodded and took a chair to assist with the green
beans. She replied when appropriate but for the most part
didn't hear a lot of what Stephanie said. The woman had five
sons and talked non-stop about them. Summer didn't think
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there could be much about the brothers she didn't already
know.
Kid, married to Jessie, lived on a cattle ranch a few miles
away. Skeeter, married to Lila, lived near the Kansas
Badlands. Snake was next, he owned the land next to this
farm, but hadn't built a house there yet so still lived here.
Hog, married to Randi, owned the Majestic in Dodge. Bug was
the youngest. He lived at home with Stephanie and Snake. As
they snapped beans, Bug and Kid were towing the big
thrashing machine out to the wheat field. Tomorrow, with the
help of Kid's ranch hands, they'd start to harvest Snake's
wheat.
In the past few days, the wheat had turned golden brown,
and the big heads had opened up to let the sun and wind dry
out the seeds. Summer would help with the harvest as well,
so would August and September. The field was massive, the
largest one she'd ever seen. Not that work scared her, but the
possibility they'd be able to thrash the entire field while the
wheat was in its prime seemed almost impossible. Of course
there was also the fact she wanted to stay behind and nurse
Snake.
Stephanie would watch over him, she'd been doing so right
along with Summer, but Summer liked to know for herself
how Snake was doing. Even before she met him, before he
won her in the card game, Summer felt as if she'd known
Snake, knew he would be a part of her life. He'd been the one
Jonas told her the most about.
Jonas never really said anything. He didn't actually talk to
her. Not with words anyway. But over the years, he'd let her
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know things about all the brothers, but mainly Snake, and
he'd led her to believe she was destined to be connected with