and his condition. Captain Ferguson might not have known anything more than what he had telegraphed, but that was enough to send Nathan to Fort Worth. Assuredly, Jennings would be in no condition to go after his bushwhackers, but that wouldnât stop Nathan Stone. Riding steady, resting his horses hourly, he could reach Fort Worthâthree hundred and eighty miles distantâwithin six days. He only hoped, if the rangerâs condition was critical, that he would live until Nathan could talk to him, hopefully to learn who had done the shooting.
Fort Worth, Texas. June 16, 1873
âHeâs been here two weeks,â Captain Ferguson said. âHe was brought here because we have a post surgeon. He was hit four times and two of the slugs were lodged near the spine. Our medic, Lieutenant Carter, successfully removed the lead.â
âBut he still canât move,â said Nathan.
âNo,â Ferguson replied.
âIâm obliged for what youâve done, Captain,â said Nathan. âIâd like to talk to him, if I may.â
âYouâll find him at the post hospital,â Captain Ferguson said. âSpeak to Lieutenant Carter first.â
Fort Worth was one of the few frontier outposts with a full-fledged hospital, and it was obvious why Captain Jennings had been brought here. Lieutenant Carter proved to be a very blunt young man.
âHis condition is still serious,â said Carter. âHe lost a lot of blood and heâs still very weak. Heâs eating poorly, if at all. He just doesnât seem to care. Donât stay too long.â
When Nathan stepped into the room, he could scarcely believe his eyes. Jennings lay silent, his eyes closed. His body seemed to have shrunk, graying his hair, transforming him into an old man.
âCap?â Nathan said softly. âCaptain Jennings.â
âNathan,â said Jennings. âNathan Stone. Iâd take your hand if I could. But thatâs just one of ... many things I can no longer do.â
The lump in Nathanâs throat felt half the size of Texas as he moved a chair near the old rangerâs bed. Swallowing hard, he sat down. When he finally trusted himself to speak, he did.
âWho did it, Cap?â
âI canât truthfully say,â Jennings replied, âbut I was trailing the Horrells and Clint Barkley. I rode into that ambush like a damn tenderfoot.â
âYou have every reason to believe it was the Horrells, then.â
âYes,â said Jennings, âbut I have no proof. It happened near Georgetown. A rancher heard the shots, found me, and hauled me to town in his wagon. The doc patched me up and had me brought here. The doc hereâLieutenant Carter-dug out the lead, but Iâm hurt in two places near the spine. He says my chances are fifty-fifty. I may heal in time, and then I may be crippled for life. Just like them skunk-striped Horrells, leavinâ just enough life in me soâs I ainât worth a damn to nobody.â
âYou havenât had time to heal, Cap,â Nathan said. âDid anybody trail the varmints?â
âNo,â said Jennings. âThey still got no sheriff at Georgetown, and by the time the sheriff from Lampasas rode over there, the trail had been rained out. Later, when I finally could talk a little, Captain Ferguson telegraphed the ranger outpost in Austin. I asked for a man to be sent to the Horrell ranches, and theyâre deserted. Theyâve quit the territory, taking Clint Barkley with them, I reckon.â
âThey gunned down three lawmen at Lampasas,â said Nathan, âand now you. What does it take for the state of Texas to put a bounty on their heads?â
âIâm through wondering what the state of Texas will or wonât do,â Jennings replied. âI have been officially reprimanded by the governor for trailing the Horrells without authorization from the state, and after a review,
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