“Nobody seems to know,” replied Lon.
“Got any idea who done it, Lon?”
“Yeah—three men.”
Baldy left the Yellow Stamp and went down to the doctor’s house. He had known Doctor Henry for several months. The doctor was an oldish man, very methodical, reserved.
“The patient is doing very nicely,” he told Baldy. “I recovered the bullet, and can see no reason why, with proper care, he should not completely recover.”
“That’s fine,” agreed Baldy. “Yo’re some doctor. What was the feller’s name, Doc?”
“His name is Jack Hill, I believe.”
“Uh-huh. Jack Hill. Must be a stranger, eh?”
“I think he is, Mr. Kern. He is not inclined to talk about himself. My worry now is to get a suitable nurse for him. He says he is able to pay for services, and wants to be sent out, but such a thing would be impossible.”
“I dunno where you’d find a nurse, Doc. Wimmin ain’t noways plentiful around here, not the nursin’ kind.”