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It was close to dawn by the time Adam was carried into Tyburn’s home. Letty’s entire body ached as she stayed crouched in the hay next to her husband. Baird rode for the doctor, leaving Tyburn and Angus to take Adam to a bedchamber on the ground floor.
Letty watched helplessly as the two Scotsmen laid Adam on his stomach and had a servant bring hot water and clean clothes. If only she could take away his pain, make him hearty and whole again.
“Please, let me do something,” she begged Tyburn. She sat on the bed as a footman set the clothes and water on a nearby table.
“Aye, lass, if ye can stomach it, we need to clean the wounds so the doctor may see what must be done.” Tyburn’s voice was soft, a little hoarse, and his gaze was a blend of stoicism and pity—whether the latter was for
