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“You love him, don’t you?”

“Yes” It was the way she said it, the look in her eyes, that convinced him

“You’ll always be a special woman to me, Lorna,” Bull said quietly “But I reckon that’s all”

“You’ll always be very special to an gathering around Lorna et him to the doctor”

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When Benteen awakened, there was sunlight strea his eyes, the roo There was a sharply antiseptic smell around him It was a minute before he realized he was on a cot in the doctor’s office He tried to riroan

“Lie still” It was Lorna’s voice, and her hand that gently touched his arm

His gaze wandered over the face that was noithin his vision She was dark—and vivid, her lips red and warrance of her, so fresh and wild

“I thought you were going to take me home,” he reminded her

“The doctor thought it would be a good idea if you spent the night here He gave you so out the bullet” She showed hi that had come from his shoulder “Do you want to keep it?”

“No You can throw it away” He pressed a hand to his bandaged shoulder “I don’t need anything to remember this by”

Lorna couldn’t have agreed ladly tossed the bullet in a waste receptacle She didn’t want to ever live through thatacross the street

“What about the others? Giles Woolie” Concern tracked across his expression, drawing heavy lines

“Woolie’s horse was shot out fro Jessie was creased in the arot shot in the hand” Lorna listed the injuries, then hesitated on the last one “Bull had his knee shattered The doctor says he’ll be all right, but he’ll never be able to bend it again It’ll be stiff”

Benteen sighed, but said nothing, aware of the debt he owed the man “Is Boston dead?”