12-31-2013, 12:49 AM
Silas helped the doctor shoo Lydia into the shade, mildly amused by the doctor's befuddlement. The man-- or perhaps boy was a better word, for he was very young despite the black bag-- appeared fairly competent once he was started. "She'd probably be better off inside. I'm sure the lady would rather not swoon out here where anyone can see her."
As if those words had been prophetic, familiar voices could be heard in the general store, growing louder as they neared the exit. The cowboy winced and straightened, turning toward his companions. "I'm sure you have everything in hand, Doctor. I should be getting to the Pearson place... we may have some work to make it liveable for the night."
He glanced over his shoulder at the store, then looked back and tipped his hat. "Ma'am. Doctor."
Silas strode toward the store, hoping to distance himself from them before Hank and Luke came out and started ribbing him-- or worse, making inappropriate comments about the schoolmarm.
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