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Megan swiftly slipped off her scarf, wadded it up, and then pressed it to Jake's side. “He needs a doctor.”

Dallas nodded. “Bill, take us to Doc Morgan’s!”

“Will do!” Bill shouted down, and soon they were off again.

“We have to keep pressure on the wound or he’ll bleed to death.” Megan looked up at Dallas with pleading eyes.

Dallas nodded. He knelt down on the carriage floor beside Jake and applied pressure to his side. Jake was so out of it that he wasn’t aware.

Dallas looked up at his wife. “Megan, I’m so proud of you. You really helped us out.”

She looked up at him and nodded, concern filling her eyes as she turned back to Jake.

Dallas just hoped they got him to Doc Morgan’s makeshift hospital in time.

Chapter 14

Megan

Megan held Jake’s head in her lap, trying to make him as comfortable as possible while Dallas applied pressure on his wound. “Hold on, Jake. We’re almost there,” she cooed, stroking the hair away from his face. Although he was still unconscious, she felt that he could still hear her.

Soon, they arrived at the doorstep of Doc Morgan’s office and Charles jumped down and rushed in, while Milo opened the carriage door. “We’re here, Jake. Hold on.”

Luckily, Doc Morgan was in and climbed into the carriage and gave Jake a quick assessment. “Bring him in and I’ll take care of him.”

“Will he live?” Butch asked as he and Dallas pulled Jake from the carriage.

Doc Morgan nodded. “It’s a clean wound, but he’s lost a lot of blood. He just needs plenty of rest and he’ll be fine.”

Megan leaned back against the seat, relief spreading over her.

Dallas glanced over in her direction. “I’ll be right back.”

She nodded, wiping the blood off the seat with her shawl the best she could.

“Take care of her,” Dallas ordered.

“Yes, boss,” Bill replied, and then Dallas, Butch, and Charles carried Jake inside.

A wave of fatigue washed over Megan as she waited. “I’ll just close my eyes for a second,” she mumbled to herself. The next thing she knew, Dallas was shaking her awake.

“Megan?” Dallas cooed, climbing into the carriage. Charles slid onto the seat across from them.

She snapped awake. “Sorry. I must have dozed off. How is he?” She looked around, trying to orient herself.

Dallas smiled as he pulled her to his side. But she sat up and looked out the window. Streaks of orange, red, and pink raced across the sky, chasing the blue away, reflecting off the white snow.

“Madame, you were really brave today,” Charles mused, a smile curled his lips.

Dallas chuckled under his breath. “Did you see the way she reloaded for us? When she started patting me down for a gun, I almost had a heart attack.”

“Yes... well... I couldn’t just stand there and watch, now could I?”

“I figured that if I didn’t give you a job to do, you might have taken the gun I was using!” Dallas laughed at the memory.

Megan smiled, feeling a bit groggy. “At that point, I figured ye could use all the help ye could get. But knowing my shooting skills, I was probably more help reloading fer ye both.”

Dallas and Charles laughed.

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