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was no dizziness.
    â€œI can walk,” he said.
    â€œBut walking isn’t the problem, is it?” the doctor asked.
    â€œNo,” Clint said, “staying alive is.”
    â€œUntil your arm heals and you can use your hand again,” Jacobs said.
    â€œRight.”
    Clint knew they were both thinking the same thing.
    If his arm healed.

EIGHT
    Rosemary entered the doctor’s office and called out, “Hello?”
    â€œIn here,” the doctor’s voice answered in return.
    She moved across the office into the examination room.
    â€œWhat’s going on?” she asked.
    â€œI’m tryin’ to convince your friend, Mr. Adams, that he needs to stay still a while longer.”
    â€œAnd Mr. Adams wants to go and get a hotel room and sleep in a real bed,” Clint said.
    â€œHow is your arm?”
    â€œDoesn’t hurt as much,” he said. “Apparently, the doctor says you kept me from bleeding to death. I’m much obliged.”
    â€œIt was the least we could do,” she said. “After all, you got hurt trying to help us.”
    â€œI guess the wheel made it, huh?” Clint asked.
    â€œLuckily.”
    â€œWell, now you can get it fixed properly,” Clint said.
    She noticed that while Clint had his gun belt on, he wasn’t really moving his right arm that much. She assumed it hurt him more than he was saying.
    â€œWhat do I owe you, Doc?”
    â€œI’ll send a bill to your hotel.”
    â€œI don’t know which one I’ll be in.”
    â€œIs money a problem?”
    â€œNot usually.”
    â€œThen you want the Big Rock Hotel. Best place in town.”
    â€œMight as well be comfortable while I’m recuperating, huh?” Clint asked.
    â€œI’ll stop in on you and see how you’re doin’,” Doc Jacobs said. “If I was you, I’d plan on being here for a few days, at least.”
    â€œOkay, Doc. Thanks.”
    â€œI can walk over with you, if you like,” Rosemary said.
    â€œThat’s a good idea,” Jacobs said. “A pretty nurse can do wonders.”
    â€œFine,” Clint said. “She can catch me if I keel over again.”
    â€œAgain?” she said, looking at the doctor.
    â€œJust some residual dizziness from the loss of blood,” Jacobs explained. “Don’t let him get on a horse anytime soon. If he faints and falls off, he could do himself a lot of harm.”
    â€œI’ll keep reminding him,” Rosemary said.
    Clint thanked the doctor again and walked out with Rosemary.

    â€œWe got the wagon to the livery. Your horse, too,” Rosemary said.
    â€œThanks for that. I’ll check in on him later.”
    â€œI think it’s you who needs checking in on, Clint.”
    â€œAs long as it’s you, I won’t mind,” he said. “Just don’t send Abigail.”
    â€œShe doesn’t like you.”
    â€œThe feeling is mutual.”
    When they reached the hotel, he checked in, writing his name with his left hand, trying to look as if he’d been doing it all his life.
    â€œWhere are you all staying?” he asked.
    â€œThe other, less expensive hotel,” she said. “We’re on a budget.”
    â€œWhy don’t you let me take you out for a steak?” he asked.
    â€œI really should eat with the other girls.”
    â€œWell, I’d take them, too, but—”
    â€œYou don’t want them to see that you can’t cut your meat?” she asked. “How about if I get two steak dinners and bring them to your room?”
    â€œIf they won’t miss you too much.”
    â€œThey’re too busy fighting to notice I’m gone,” she said. “You go to your room and I’ll go get the food.”
    â€œOkay,” he said. “Here.” He passed her some money. “Splurge. Get the best.”
    â€œOkay. I’ll be right back.”
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    Clint made it to his room