When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Chapter 9 Once Teague and Keir were released from the ER at the county hospital—mid-morning after the battle with Will Endicott—they were escorted back into town, to the police department. “How is Hoyt doing?” were the first words out of Teague’s mouth when he walked through the door to Chief Davis’s office. He had tried to find out before he left the hospital but was told that HIPAA wouldn’t allow the hospital to tell him more than that Hoyt was alive. He’d figured that would be the case, but gave it a try nonetheless. “He’ll be in intensive care for the next twenty-four hours,” the chief replied. “Since I have his power of attorney in case of emergencies, the doctors were able to give me the details. The bullet, thank God, missed the subclavian artery. If it hadn’t, he might well have