The Only Doctor in Copper Gulch
Chapter 3 · free to read
They carried the boy down the hill on a door. He lived the whole way — spite of the rock, spite of the man who owned it.
Rourke owned the assay office, the water rights and the sheriff. What he did not own was a woman who kept saying so out loud.
She'd expected him at dawn. He came at dusk instead — the hour a man comes to collect.
One breath to choose: the roof over her dying father, or the boy behind her. Rourke had built the trap so there was no third door.
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