Nicademus: The Wild Ones Read Online Free PDF

Wesson down on the dresser and walked out. Red Sun started banging again. Cora leaned against the window and gave in to her favorite pastime, watching the man she loved.

3.
    The burning of his throat didn’t compare to the fiery pain in his gut. Jeremiah tried to open his eyes, but his lids felt as if they were glued shut. He swallowed and it felt like needles going down instead of saliva. Expelling a deep breath he did manage to turn his head toward the sounds of things clinking and women whispering.
    Finally strength returned to his face and his sticky lids parted. He saw shadows and shapes, but not much more. A dull ache pierced his skull and shot down his back around to his wounded side. Was he dying ? Death would be better than this.
     
    If the sheriff finds out you got that man in here there’s gon’ be trouble! I can tell you that! said a woman.
    I knows what I’m doing. Just don’t tell Ms. Kitty or Red Sun. Please, Jessiemae, said another.
    Really? ‘cause ta me it looks the opposite. And what if Red Sun finds out I knew? He hates them whites. You wanna get that Indian Pa of yours locked up in Ben’s jail for killing one? He fines that man in here he’ll kill him, and the rangers will come, Jessiemae huffed.
    Red Sun won’t ever know, now will he? I brought you here ta help me fix him. His wound ain’t healin’ right. I’ve done all I can. I need you to go back to Doc Samuel and get this. She passed off a list. Tell ‘em I’m sick and sent you. We fix the man up then he’ll be on his way. It’s the Christian thing ta do.
    Don’t talk ta me about Christian. You’re one to even say it. When the last time you’ve visited a church? Jessiemae laughed.
    Is you gon’ help or not? That’s what I wanna know? The other girl asked.
    Does I ‘ave a choice?
     
    The women were discussing him. He turned his head again and blinked twice trying to focus beyond the gauze of the curtain. Despite his efforts they remained no more than moving shadows. Trying his hands, he balled them into fists and felt a surge of strength. He had to get on his feet and out of there before the posse tracked him down. Lifting his hand and then the sheet, he frowned to find himself undressed. What the hell was going on? Damn women even took off his britches and cleaned his dick.
    Where was he?
    Those were his final thoughts before the fog thickened and exhaustion claimed him once more.
     
    Next day –
    Annabelle walked over to the curtain. She drew it back to check on her patient. She had to call on Jessiemae to keep Cora from being suspicious. And she learned that several Buffalo Soldiers were in town. That meant the Blue Moon would be too busy to mind her business. And Annabelle had big problems on her hands. She feared that the man’s constant fever meant infection was settling in. Now she wished she hadn’t started this. If she went to the doc and brought him over all hell would break loose. She had to be smart. And damn it her patient had to live. Outlaw or not.
    Sitting with the soup she made for him, she reached down to inspect his bandages. She pulled back the gauze and checked the swelling around his stitches. To her relief she saw healing and there was no discoloring or pus.
    Expelling a deep breath of relief she covered the wound, but when she looked up she froze. He was staring directly at her. She’d never seen eyes as green as his. His face remained covered in hair but his eyes told her a lot about his soul. Something intense flared through her entrancement, rooting her to the spot.
    Annabelle remembered that the Colt Patterson was behind her on the table. She willed her legs to move and took a cautious step back, not sure how strong he was, or what he thought of her. But if he wanted a fight, he had the right one for it. Now if only she could reach her gun.
     
    Jeremiah could do nothing but stare at her. She was the most beautiful little creature he’d ever seen. When she stood he guessed her height to be