Chapter 18
“Not bad,” Eli pronounced after examining the stitches. When he smoothed a hand across the sutures, Sam gasped in pain. The black thread stood out dark against purpled skin, bruised and swollen. “A little tight, but I did the same thing the first time I sewed a wound. You did this?”
When he looked at Andy expectantly, Andy nodded. “It’s infected, isn’t it?”
Eli shrugged. “Not like I thought it might be. The way Herbert burst into my tent, I thought it was General Grant himself dying in the woods. He tends to get carried away.”
“I do not,” Herbert replied, his voice gruff, but it didn’t hide the hint of a smile toying at the edges of his mouth. “I just said there was a soldier out here who needed your help, that was it.”
“I’m glad you came,” Andy said, holding Sam’s hand
