Chris added her own threats. She’d spent years making him the outlet for all her ambitions, denied because women were still only second-rate members of Medical Lobby. She couldn’t let it go now. And she was probably genuinely shocked.
Baxter groaned again and started to bleed more profusely.
There wasn’t much equipment. Feldman operated with a pocketknife sterilized in a bottle of expensive Scotch and only anodyne tablets in place of anesthesia. He got the bullet out and sewed up the wound with a bit of surgical thread he’d been using to tie up a torn good-luck emblem. The photographer and writer recorded the whole thing. Chris swore harshly and beat her fists against the bole of a tree. But Baxter lived. He recovered completely, and was shocked at the heinous thing that had been done to
