I sit in the medical tent with my thoughts for a while. The medical staff, after discussing it, have decided that a trip to the hospital is unnecessary, though if I develop even the slightest twinge of new pain, I’m to report to the ER at once.
True to my promise to Mr. Carver, I remain in the medical tent. One of the medical staff has turned on the radio, so I at least have some music to keep my intrusive thoughts at bay.
I’m still trying to chase away thoughts of Miles, and Miles and Amber.
Blessedly, the crackle of a loudspeaker is what finally pulls me away from my downward spiral.
“If you would allow me the pleasure of naming the winner of today’s mounted shooting competition,” Mr. Carver’s voice came through. “If I could have your attention, please. Yes, that’s right. Gather
