Chapter Two
The big Philadelphia clock in the downstairs sitting room struck four in the morning as Duncan finished the sutures on Woolford’s head. He had been grateful his friend had not regained consciousness while he had plucked the splinters and ball from his broken ribs and reset the bones, but now he was getting worried. The ranger captain had not stirred since that first troubling moment in the forest. Duncan had no way of knowing how gravely his brain was injured.
“Mr. McCallum, surely you need some refreshment.” He turned to see Jessica Ross, the young Scottish woman recently brought by Sarah from Pennsylvania as the manor’s cook. She held out a tray with a cup of tea and a piece of buttered bread.
Duncan glanced back at his unseeing friend, then reluctantly rose and nodded his
