Roxy hesitated. “Anyone behind?” he asked.
Dillon looked back, then he said. “No… stop now.”
Roxy pulled up and turned the spot-light round, switching on the beam. They both looked at Myra.
She was huddled up. Her hand was pressed to her right side. Dillon could see the blood oozing through her fingers.
He swore softly. “You hurt bad?” he said.
She raised her head slowly. Her mouth was screwed up and he could see the marks of her teeth on her lip, where she had bitten the pain silent. The glaring light made her look ghastly. Her hair had gone limp and beads of sweat made her look as if she had just come out of rain.
Roxy leant well forward, gaping at her. “We gotta get a doctor to her,” he said. “She looks bad.”
Dillon looked at him hard. “Sure she looks bad,” he said slowly. “Yeah, we better get a doctor.”
Roxy swung round and started the engine. Dillon put his hand on his shoulder. “Wait,” he said. “We can’t drive into a town with her like that…. It would start something. I’ll stay here an’ look after her.” He put a lot of meaning in the last words.
Roxy started to argue, but a look that had come into Dillon’s eyes stopped him. “Okay,” he said huskily.