Beta Reader Carol Marsella 

Chapter Five 

A familiar touch stirred Jess out of his blissful slumber as gentle fingers combed through his raven curls.  He opened his eyes and saw a petite figure sitting on the edge of his bed.  It was Daisy and Slim was standing behind her.  Jess yawned and stretched as he rolled onto his back wincing slightly. There was no searing pain like yesterday.  In fact his knee and leg felt quite cool and the throbbing had stopped.  No wonder, considering the amount of ice that Slim had kept packed around his knee all night.  Daisy’s hand rested on his cheek as she saw the glimmer of pain fleet across his handsome face. 

“Slim, you really shouldn’t have let him ride.  Not with that leg,” Daisy scolded.  She was wearing a dressing gown she had borrowed from Martha and looked refreshed after the rigors of the previous day’s ordeal. 

“I did try, Daisy, but you how stubborn this boy can be when he sets his mind to something and last night it was set on getting here to you.”  Slim’s smile was broad though his tanned features looked somewhat drawn from lack of sleep. 

“What you doing out of bed, Daisy?”  It was Jess’ turn to scold.  “You should be resting, shouldn’t you?” 

“Don’t you bother yourself about me.  I’m fine, dear.  Seth and I have had a long talk this morning and he’s waiting to hear back from those doctors in Boston.” 

Mike appeared in the doorway struggling under the weight of a bowl of ice.  “Is this enough, Slim?” 

“Plenty, Mike.”  Slim replied as he took the bowl and set it down on the nightstand beside the bed. 

“You going to be okay, Jess?” Mike asked as he bounced around at the end of Jess’ bed finally sitting up on his knees and smiling at his friend. 

“Hey steady there, Tiger.”  Jess yelped. 

Now the events of the past 24 hours had left Slim’s nerves raw and his emotions close to the surface.  Suddenly he couldn’t take anymore.  Slim grabbed Mike and roughly dragged him off the bed, giving the boy a severe tongue lashing for his thoughtless behavior.  Tears began to stream down the boy’s face as Slim shook him, chastising him for his thoughtlessness.  Jess hastily dragged himself into a sitting position, trying to reach Slim in an effort to pull him off the boy. 

“Stop it, Slim.  Let him go,” Daisy pulled Mike away from Slim’s angry barrage and hustled Mike across the passage to her room.  Slim, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists tighter strode to the window and angrily threw back the curtains letting the morning light spew into the room. 

All the while, Jess kept silent as he watched his partner’s suffering. 

“Slim,” he finally said quietly.  “Everything’s going to be okay, you know.”  Jess watched as the sunlight filtered through the windowpane and turned Slim’s hair into glimmering strands of gold.  Jess’ jaw twitched as he saw his partner wipe his arm across his face.  ‘If only I could get out of this bed.’ 

Jess tried to break the silence and turn Slim’s attention to something else.  “I’m really uncomfortable, Slim.  Could you prop me up?” 

His spurs jangled as Slim moved across the room to his partner’s side.  Jess tried to see his face but Slim avoided Jess’ eyes, knowing what he would see there.  Jess caught Slim by the arm as Slim reached across his chest to lift him into a better position and held him there.  Slim stole a quick look at his friend and met a steely blue gaze as he looked on in surprise as Jess without any assistance pulled himself upright. 

Jess still held Slim’s arm, the steel blue eyes showed no signs of pain but instead were filled with understanding and compassion. 

“Sit,” Jess ordered sharply as he pulled Slim down to sit on the end of his bed.  Then his voice softened as if he were talking to a sick child.  “You need some sleep, Pard.” 

“I’m fine, Jess.”  Slim watched as Jess’ face twitched in disbelief.  “Really, Jess.  I’m okay.” 

“If you’re so fine then how come you laid into Mike like that?”  Jess kept a hold on Slim’s arm.  “He’s a kid, Slim; a kid who has been through a lot in the last 24 hours.”  Jess’ voice rose from frustration more than from anger.  Slim made no attempt at comment but struggled to free himself from Jess’ grip, which only tightened the more he struggled.  Jess’ eyes flashed and Slim knew only too well that you got out of Jess’ way when that happened but he couldn’t move. 

“Answer me, Slim.  It’s not like you to let your anger get the better of you so why now?”  Jess waited patiently, already knowing the answer. 

Suddenly the tensions of the previous night and the sleepless hours overwhelmed Slim.  “Because Mike hurt you.  He knew you were hurt and that Daisy was sick…” Slim hung his head and took a deep breath. 

 It had been a long night what with worrying about Daisy and then having to change the ice pack on Jess’ knee every few hours. Slim had taken no rest for himself.  “I’m sorry, Jess.  There’s no excuse for the way I acted.” 

Jess released his grip and rubbed Slim’s arm.  “I understand, Slim, you know I do.”  

 “What you need is some sleep, Pard.”  Jess wore that old familiar smile that Slim loved so well.  Jess squeezed Slim’s arm as he lay back against his pillows.  “You’re always so busy thinking about and looking after everyone else, that you forget about yourself.  There’s an empty bed right next to me.  Get in it and get some rest.”  He could see that Slim was going to continue his protests.  Jess squeezed Slim’s arm again.  “You won’t be any good to anyone if you don’t rest.  Please, Slim.” 

“Alright, Jess, but I need to make amends with Daisy and talk with Mike.”  He wiped his hand across his face in an effort to wake himself up before he saw the others and made his peace with them. 

“Sleep first,” Jess ordered. “I’ll handle Daisy and Mike.” 

“No, Jess I need to…” 

 “You need to sleep Pard.  Now will you get yourself to bed before I’m forced to get up and make you.”   In exasperation Jess pulled back his covers, “and don’t think I won’t.”  

Slim was on his feet in a flash.  “Oh, no you don’t, Jess; you just stay put,” and he pulled the sheets and quilt back over Jess.  “I’m going, I’m going,” he said as a wistful grin swept his tanned features. 

 Slim moved to the other bed undoing his shirt buttons as he went and pulled the shirt free from his pants as he sat down on its edge, then he removed his boots.  All the while Jess watched, eagle-eyed.  He was going to make sure Slim did as HE was told for once. 

 Slim laid his shirt over the end of the bed and undid his belt and removed his pants and laid them next to his shirt.  He punched at the pillows but he finally stretched out his lean body on the soft mattress and pulled the covers over him.  He turned on his side and saw Jess smiling across at him. 

“At last!” Jess said finally satisfied. 

Slim chuckled and winked at his partner then closed his eyes and let the long denied sleep sweep over him. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

An hour or so later, Seth came into the room followed by Martha who was carrying a breakfast tray with enough food for the two exhausted men. 

Jess motioned to them to keep it quiet and pointed to the sleeping giant in the next bed. 

Seth smiled and scratched his head.  “How’d you ever get him to bed, Jess?  I tried everything last night.” 

“You just have to know him, Seth.  That’s all.”  Jess grinned at Martha.  “I’m starved, Martha,” he glanced over at his sleeping friend.  “Best you take his back to the kitchen.  Hopefully it’ll be lunchtime before he wakes.” 

Martha removed the second plate from the tray and placed the tray on the nightstand then headed back to the kitchen.  Jess reached for the cup of coffee and inhaled its soothing aroma.   He really needed his coffee in the morning and just couldn’t get going without it.  He drank deeply and sighed closing his eyes. 

“Good?” Seth asked as he examined Jess’ knee. 

“You don’t know how good, Seth,” Jess smiled and continued sipping the energy-giving elixir. 

“Knee looks good, Jess.  I’ll remove the ice packs and then wrap it in a tight bandage to give it some support while it’s healing.”  Seth began to put the remaining ice and towels into the bowl that Mike had brought in earlier, whispering as he worked. 

  “I’m afraid I want you to stay in bed for another day Jess, just to be sure.  You really gave this knee and leg a beating last evening.”  Then, on a brighter note, “Tomorrow I’ll see about some crutches for you but it’s going to be at least a month before I want to see you on a horse.”  Seth eyed the handsome face.  He knew Jess only too well.  “I mean it, Jess – a month - no sooner.  Is that clear?” 

Jess met the stern look.  “It’s clear, Seth.”  

Slim moaned softly as he turned in his sleep.  Jess turned his head toward his partner, his features glum with the thought of being immobilized for such a long period.  “It’s going to be tough on poor old Slim with me out of action for a month and Daisy not able to do too much either.” 

Seth dried off Jess’ knee and leg and replaced the bed covers.  “I know Jess, but you both have friends who will help.  Me included.” 

Jess laughed softly as he thought of Seth changing stage teams and mucking out stables.  “I never thought of you as the ranching type, Seth.” 

“Nor I, but necessity dictates sometimes and my friends are important to me.”  Seth gently patted Jess’ knee.  “Now you rest while I check on my other star patient.  I’ll be back shortly to strap that knee for you.” 

“Is there any news yet from those doctors, Seth?” Jess asked. 

“Not yet but I am hoping to hear by late afternoon.  Now you enjoy your breakfast,” and with that, he headed across the passageway to Daisy’s room. 

Jess managed to maneuver the tray onto his lap and ate like it was going out of style.  He hadn’t realized how hungry he was and then it dawned on him.  He and Slim hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday and that was only a snack.  Jess was just draining the last of his coffee when Seth came back into the room.  This time he was closely followed by Daisy.  Then Martha appeared asking if he had finished with his breakfast. 

“Yes, Martha. It was great.”  Martha reached forward and took the tray from his lap.  Daisy noted Jess’ eyes never left the empty coffee cup and she smiled. 

“Martha?” Daisy began. “I think we could all use some more coffee. Would you be kind enough to bring us some please.” 

Martha nodded and swept out of the room and down the passage. 

“Bless you, Daisy.”  Jess grabbed her and gave her a gentle squeeze and sat her down beside him on the bed. 

“You’re welcome, dear.”  Daisy looked towards the slumbering Slim and got to her feet. 

“He feels really bad about earlier, Daisy,” Jess said as he watched her walk around to where Slim lay.  Slim moaned as Daisy brushed soft blond strands from his forehead.  She pulled the covers over his bare chest and turned back to Jess. 

“I know, Jess.  He’ll be better once he’s had some sleep.”  She sat on Jess’ bed.  “I’m just glad he has you to take care of him.”  She patted Jess’ arm. 

“Let’s get this knee wrapped, Jess.  Then I’d better get back to my surgery and I’ll check at the telegraph office on my way.” 

The pain wasn’t too bad as Seth wrapped Jess’ knee but Jess held onto Daisy’s hand anyway.  Seth excused himself saying he would be back to check on them both later and they were both to REST! 

Daisy spent the morning with Jess seated in a comfortable armchair.  She told him all about her luncheon with her sister and the argument that ensued.  Rebecca was still in the hotel but had thus far not ventured to see her. 

“Better not come near me, or I’ll have her head.”  Jess remarked angrily. 

“Now, Jess, remember what Seth said. You’ve got to rest.”  She winked at him.  ‘You’re so precious to me, Jess’ 

Jess and Daisy enjoyed their morning together.  It had been a while since they had sat together like this and just talked.  Often at night, after Mike and Slim were in bed, they would sit by the light of the fire and talk about themselves, their lives or just sit and enjoy each other’s company.  Just lately though, Daisy had always been too tired and Jess had missed their special time together.  At least now he knew the reason behind her fatigue. 

Martha brought in the coffee with Mike trailing mournfully behind her. 

“Hey, Tiger,” Jess greeted Mike with his usual fondness but he could see that the boy was still upset about the incident with Slim.  “We need to have a little talk, Mike.  Come sit up here next to me,” and Jess patted the bed for Mike to come sit down. 

Mike quickly glanced at where Slim lay and Jess could see the reluctance in the boy’s face to join him in case he was chastised once again. 

“It’s okay, Mike.” Jess winked, “he’s asleep.” 

Mike gently climbed onto the bed and snuggled into Jess’ side as a brotherly arm was wrapped around him.  “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Jess, honest I didn’t,” the small boy pleaded. 

Jess hugged Mike tight into him and stroked his hair with his other hand.  “Mike, it’s alright.  I know you didn’t mean it.”  He lifted the small chin so that he could see the two brown eyes that were threatened with tears.  “Slim didn’t mean it either, Mike.  He’s just got a lot on his mind.  What with my getting hurt an’ Daisy takin’ sick and then not getting any sleep all of last night cause he was tending me.  Well, it’s more than he could cope with.” 

 Jess tried to think how he could put it in terms Mike would understand.  “He was exhausted this morning, Mike and your jumping on the bed and hurting me, well he couldn’t take any more and he just lashed out not knowing what he was doing or saying.”  Jess looked at Daisy for reassurance that he was handling it well.  She winked at him.  He was doing just fine. 

Mike looked into Jess’ eyes and saw the sparkle in them.  A look of love and caring that he knew he could trust.  “Will Slim be asleep much longer, Jess?” 

“He’ll probably wake up around lunch, I expect, Mike.  Why?”  Jess asked hopefully. 

“Cause I want to tell him something.”  Mike offered in reply.  He looked at Jess the brown eyes full of hope.  “I want to tell him that I’m sorry and…” he paused, “and that I love him.” 

The words warmed Jess’ heart.  “That’s my boy.” and he ruffled the locks of brown hair.

Mike smiled at him and Daisy and asked if he could go now as he promised to help Martha in the kitchen.  He didn’t have to go to school.  

“Off you go, Tiger,” and Jess swatted the youngster’s backside as he slid from the bed and ran through the doorway. 

Daisy handed Jess a freshly poured cup of coffee.  “I know that wasn’t easy for you, Jess.” 

‘Still looking after me, even though she’s sick herself.’  Jess thought as he took the cup from her.  ‘What did I ever do to deserve her in my life?’ 

Slim stirred and they both looked over to where he lay but he was still in a deep slumber.  “He’s dreaming,” Jess commented with a smile as he watched as his friend and partner slept. 

Then Jess saw the wave of concern that swept Daisy’s pallid features.  In an effort to remove the lines of worry from her dear face, he cupped it in a large gentle hand and stroked her cheek.  Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes and trickled down over his hand.  “Hush, Daisy. Everything is going to be fine and he’ll be better after some rest,” he said nodding in Slim’s direction 

“Everything.   Will it really, Jess?  Nothing has gone right since Rebecca showed up.  First you got hurt…” 

“I was hurt before she arrived, Daisy. You can’t blame her for that.” 

“Slim’s angry and frustrated and I know that had something to do with Rebecca’s arrival.  She’s always spoiled things when they weren’t to her liking.  Even as children she couldn’t bear to see me happy,” she began to sob. 

Jess put his cup aside and pulled her in close to him and wrapped her in his comforting arms.  “Hush, now, Daisy.  Seth said no excitement. Remember?  And that includes getting yourself all upset.”  He cradled her in his arms till her sobs dwindled and finally her breathing was steady and calm.  Jess stroked her hair as he spoke.  “It’s not the first time I’ve been hurt and let’s face it, Daisy, it won’t be the last either,” he chuckled softly.  “Slim will be okay and I’ll heal.” 

“You will just so long as you do as you’re told,” Daisy sniffed as she sat up and looked at him, a smile forming on her damp cheeks. 

Jess wiped away the tears that remained on her sweet face with his hands and held it in his reassuring gaze, “and, Slim will be just fine once he’s had some rest.” 

Daisy placed her small hands over his, her face filled with love for the raven-haired young man who had such an important place in her heart.  “You’re so special, Jess.” 

Jess shrugged, “No I’m not - but I’m glad you think I am.”  Jess winked lovingly. 

Seth burst in the room, breathing hard from running, breaking the tender moment between them. 

“They’re coming!” he blurted out loudly.  “They think Daisy has an excellent chance and they’ll be in Denver in less than 3 weeks!” 

Slim stretched and yawned as the commotion in the room woke him.  “What’s all the noise about?  Can’t a guy sleep in peace?”  He rubbed his blood shot eyes and sat up to see three pairs of eyes staring across at him.  “What?” 

Jess laughed and smiled affectionately at his sleepy partner.  He raised his eyebrows as he turned his eyes to Daisy.  “It seems like I got my old Pard back, Daisy, and he’s moaning already!”  Jess said sarcastically as he threw a pillow at Slim. 

“Hey!” Slim retorted as he nimbly caught the pillow and threw it right back with a smile.  “Good morning to you too, Pard.  So what’s all the noise about?” 

“They’re coming, Slim. Drs.Lafarge and Ingalls.  We just have to make arrangements to get Daisy to Denver.” Seth’s enthusiasm was still at overflow proportions as he spoke. 

“That’s great, Seth,” Slim answered, the enthusiasm of the young doctor spreading through him like a wild fire of renewed energy.  “So, what’s the next step?” 

“Well, I’ll have to wire the hospital in Denver and give them all the details.  Daisy will need a private room.  Lafarge and Ingalls want her to have at least ten to fourteen days complete bed rest before they operate.”  He paused gathering his thoughts and continued.  “I’ll travel with Daisy to Denver and get her settled.  Then it’s just a matter of waiting, I’m afraid.  The Rampart Memorial Hospital has an excellent medical staff and I’ll stay over a couple of days just to get things like paperwork sorted out.”  Seth looked at Daisy.  “That is, of course, if Daisy chooses to have the surgery done.” 

Slim and Jess turned their attention to where Daisy was sitting.  How was she handling all this news? 

“Daisy, is this really what you want?  To go to Denver and have the operation?”  Slim asked the question that everyone had so far avoided. 

Daisy was wringing her hands together in uncertainty as she struggled to take it all in.  “It’s all happening so quickly…” her voice trembled as she spoke, looking at the three caring young men. 

Jess still held her hands and squeezed them gently.  “Slim and I’ll support you in whatever you decide, Daisy, you know that.” 

Daisy closed her eyes and sat very still.  ‘Dear God, I’ve lost one family that was so dear to me and then you gave me these wonderful boys to care for and love.  Please, I don’t want to leave them so soon.  They need me so much.  Help me do what is right to keep this family together.’ 

 Her prayer was silent and unheard except for the One to whom it was directed.  She opened her eyes, her answer was short, sure and precise.  “Denver, here we come,” she said cheerily but leaned into Jess’ chest again as she sought strength from his closeness. 

Slim threw off his covers and pulled on his clothes.  “Best get tickets arranged for you and Seth.”  He stopped by Jess’ bed just long enough to bend down and kiss Daisy on the cheek.  “Back soon,” he promised and was gone in a flurry of footsteps echoing down the hallway. 

“Better make arrangements regarding the hospital and my practice.  Now you two rest,” and suddenly the room was quiet and still as Jess and Daisy were left alone. 

Jess stroked the long silver strands that cascaded down Daisy’s back.   It felt like strands of silk as he entwined it in his fingers. “Daisy,” he spoke her name softly as he felt the tiny form tremble in his arms.  “Everything’s gonna be alright.  The doctors will fix you right up and before you know it you’ll be chasing after young Mike again.” 

Daisy gave no reply and Jess didn’t seek one as they enjoyed this special moment given them. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

The next few days saw a bustle of activity at the Sherman Ranch.  Seth would travel with Daisy to Denver, accompanied as well by Rebecca and her family who had at last visited Daisy upon her return to the ranch.  However, Rebecca was still not convinced that an operation was really necessary, saying that it was such an unnecessary expense but if Daisy was determined she would travel to Denver with her on her way back East. 

The days saw both Jess and Daisy in full rest.  Daisy was not allowed to venture out of bed except for the most necessary requirements of human nature.  Jess would sit for long hours in her room and read to her and talk with her.  Sometimes they would just sit and enjoy each other’s company as they usually did late at night by the firelight.  Mike painted Daisy pictures that Slim put up on her bedroom walls to brighten it up for her.  Rebecca stayed in town and visited on a couple of occasions though the visits were short and Slim and Jess always made sure that the two sisters were not left alone, fearing another incident. 

The colour started to return to Daisy’s cheeks and she regained her appetite although Jess said he couldn’t imagine anyone really having an appetite for Slim’s cooking.  

This comment would cost him dearly.  Slim said that if Jess was well enough to make such wise cracks, he was well enough to do the dishes every night for the next week. Jess of course, came back with the remark that he couldn’t stand long enough to do all the dishes.  A problem to which Slim found the perfect solution - a table and chair!  The house was filled with laughter as the family enjoyed its short time together before one of them had to leave. 

Then finally the morning of departure arrived. 

Mose pulled into the way station right on time, an unusual occurrence for him but today he had made an extra special effort.  Seth had arrived at the ranch the night before so that he could travel the 12 miles into Laramie on the coach with Daisy.  Her family would meet them at the train station.  Mose helped Slim change the team.  Time was of the essence today if they wanted to connect with the train for Denver. 

Daisy’s bags were hoisted on top of the coach by Hank, promising that nothing would get broken.  Hank remembered the first time Daisy had ridden with the stage when she first came to the ranch almost a year ago. 

Seth climbed on board, assuring Slim and Jess that he would wire them once they had safely arrived in Denver.  He held his hand to assist Daisy onto the coach.  The time for farewells had finally come. 

Daisy held Mike close as he promised he’d help Slim and Jess and mind what they told him and promised he would wash everyday.  “You will come home, Aunt Daisy.  You promise?” tears welled up in the little boy’s eyes. 

She looked at the small boy, tears now in both their eyes.  “I promise, Mike, and you write to me.  You promise?”  He promised as he hugged her again, this time not wanting to let her go, fearing he may lose her too. 

Jess pulled Mike gently to him and Mike clung on to him tightly as he sobbed uncontrollably.  Daisy stroked the boy’s hair, her tears no longer held back but flowing freely. 

Slim embraced her as he told her not to worry and to just concentrate on getting well as he didn’t know how long they could stomach his and Jess’ attempts at the culinary art.  A soft chuckle found its way through the tears that he tried unsuccessfully to keep at bay.  

“If I know you three, you won’t starve,” she said as she fondly slapped Slim’s wrist. 

Slim bent down and picked up the still sobbing Mike so that Jess could say his goodbye. 

Jess took her hand.  “I promise I won’t burn the kitchen down or poison anyone while you’re gone,” his fathomless blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he tried to lighten everyone’s mood.  Daisy tried to laugh but only managed to finally break down into floods of tears and sobs.  Jess pulled her to him wrapping her in the blanket of comfort that was his arms.  Each had a special place in their hearts for the other but the bond had grown deeper and stronger during the past days spent together in rest and recuperation.  

“Hey now, none of that - you promised me, remember?”  Jess held her close as her sobs persisted, rocking her gently, not wanting the moment to end. 

“Gotta go, Miss Daisy if you want to catch the Denver train,” Mose said quietly.  He didn’t want to interrupt the family’s farewells but the scene before him saddened him and he could feel his own eyes beginning to sting and he just wanted to get back onto the road.  The sooner Daisy was on the train, the sooner this little family would be reunited.  A trip that he would make sure he drove. 

Jess pushed her slowly back from him and attempted to smile.  “Gotta go, Daisy.”  He kissed her cheeks tasting the saltiness of her tears and turned her toward the coach.  She looked back at the house that had become her home in such a short time and at her boys.  Her heart was so full she could hardly bear it.  Jess helped her step up as Seth took her hands and sat her down next to him.  She leaned out of the coach window and reached out her small hands to her family.  Jess and Slim took one each in their large strong hands and squeezed hers.  Mose chirped up the team and the stage rolled out of the yard.  Daisy waved at her beloved family till they were out of sight. 

As the stage rounded the corner and was gone from view, Mike struggled out of Slim’s hold and jumped down and ran into the house and the security of his room, slamming the door behind him.  Slim and Jess were left standing in the yard, tears still trickling down their faces.  They looked at one another and put a comforting arm around the other’s shoulder and squeezed.  All they could do now was wait and pray.  

Chapter Six 

The journey into Laramie was swift and uneventful.  Mose kept the team at a steady pace and pulled up outside the stage depot five minutes ahead of schedule.  The ticket clerk had their luggage quickly transported to the train station and within an hour all were safely on board and pulling out of Laramie heading for Denver. 

Rebecca and her family had met them on the station platform and had been complaining bitterly about the heat and having to wait so long for the train.  Then, once aboard, it was the smell making her feel nauseated and the soot from the engine getting into her hair and eyes.  Seth rolled his eyes at the tiresome comments and checked on his silent patient who was seated next to him.  Daisy was sleeping.  ‘Best thing for her right now,’ he thought as he too closed his eyes and attempted to block out the constant verbal barrage from their traveling companions. 

It was raining in Denver as they stepped down from the carriage.  Seth had wired ahead just before they had boarded the train in Laramie and arranged for an aide from the hospital to meet them with suitable transportation to the hospital.  As Seth helped Daisy down the carriage steps, a smartly dressed young man in about his late thirties approached the small party and removed his hat. 

“Dr. Andrews?” he asked.  

Seth nodded politely.  

“Ah, good.  I’m from Rampart Memorial Hospital, Dr. Andrews.  Brackett’s the name sir, Kelton Brackett M.D.  I’m Chief of Medicine at Rampart.  Thought I’d come in person.   My carriage is outside.”  He raised his hand to the porter who was struggling with the vast amount of luggage assembled on the platform.   

Rebecca was counting them to make sure nothing had been forgotten.  

Dr. Brackett pointed to the two small bags by Seth’s feet.  “These yours?  Porter, bring these bags, quickly now.  Follow me, Dr. Andrews.” 

Rebecca was astounded at the impudence of the man stealing her porter when she wanted to get a cab and get to her hotel. 

Seth offered Daisy his arm.  “How are you feeling, Miss Daisy?” 

Daisy raised her eyes to meet his and weakly smiled.  “Tired, Seth, just very tired.”  Although seated for the duration of their journey, the sheer experience of traveling had sapped her strength considerably. 

Seth patted her hand as they came out of the station and into the bustling downtown streets of Denver.  “Won’t be long now and soon you’ll be settled in a nice comfortable bed and can get some proper sleep.  Isn’t that right Dr. Brackett?” 

“Absolutely, Mrs. Cooper.  It’s only a few minutes to the hospital.” 

Daisy peered through the carriage window at the bustling town with its busy streets and red brick buildings.  It certainly was a far cry from home.  ‘Home!  Oh, how she missed it already and longed to be there with the boys.’  

Daisy alighted from the carriage, assisted by both Seth and Dr. Brackett.  She looked up at the four-storey building that stood before her.  It was made from grey brick and was the largest building she had so far seen in the town.  Its exterior was plain and unadorned by plants or trees and she felt a chill run down her spine as she climbed the steps to the large front doors that led to the lobby and admissions office.  As Dr. Brackett entered, heads turned and nurses hastily scurried out of his way.  One nurse however approached them, smiling. 

“This must be our new star patient, Mrs. Cooper.” 

“Yes.” Dr. Brackett replied.  “This is Miss McCall, our Head Nurse.  If you’d like to take care of Mrs. Cooper and get her settled, Dr. Andrews and I will see to the paperwork in my office,” and with that, he hastened Seth down the corridor to his office. 

Nurse McCall beckoned to a young orderly who brought over a wheelchair. Before long Daisy was being wheeled down another long corridor.  The air around her smelled of carbolic, an odor she had learned to hate as it forced her to remember those long days and nights she had worked in the army hospital during the war.  Days and nights she would sooner forget. 

Her room, however, was more cheery.  Although it was very basic- one bed, one nightstand and one dresser with washbasin and jug on it- its best feature was two large windows.  Nurse McCall asked Daisy to get into her nightclothes and the doctor would be by to see her shortly. 

Daisy removed her gloves and hat and placed them neatly on the dresser then walked to the windows.  The room overlooked what was probably considered the hospital gardens, though in fact it was only a large expanse of green grass and a few trees from what she could see from her windows.  Daisy, however, felt akin to the vista as it brought memories of the hills and trees that surrounded the ranch.  Her heart ached as she undressed and settled herself in the large bed.  She envisioned Slim and Jess working in the corral and Mike feeding the chickens.  She sighed as inconsolable loneliness enveloped her almost smothering her. 

There was a slight knock on her door.  

“Come in,” she answered. 

Seth popped his head round the door.  “All settled, Miss Daisy?” he asked as he entered the room followed by Dr. Brackett.  “Paper work’s all done.  Your sister will be by tomorrow just to sign a few things.  Drs. Lafarge and Ingalls have already been in contact with the hospital as to their requirements of your pre-operative care.”  Seth looked to his colleague to continue. 

“Complete bed rest for the next ten to fourteen days, Mrs. Cooper and a light diet.  Drs. Lafarge and Ingalls will be arriving here later next week but will keep in contact with me as much as their schedule will allow so that I can keep them updated on your condition.  I have taken the liberty of appointing myself as your personal physician during your stay with us.  I hope that’s agreeable to you, Mrs. Cooper?”  The handsome dark haired young doctor smiled.  A smile that seemed somewhat familiar to Daisy but she couldn’t think why. 

“Perfectly, I shall be quite spoiled with all this fussing, Seth.” 

“You deserve it, Miss Daisy.  Now you rest and I’ll pop by tomorrow before I catch the late train.  And remember, you owe me a piece of that delicious apple pie Jess loves so much.”  With that, he wished her goodbye till the morrow. 

The two colleagues left the room as Nurse McCall passed them in the doorway.  She took Daisy’s temperature and other vital signs and made notes on a chart that she hung at the end of Daisy’s bed.  She had kind blue eyes and soft ash blond hair and from what Daisy could see a neat trim figure though the uniform she wore mostly hid it.  ‘Wonder if she’s single?  Daisy Cooper stop match making, she’s here and they’re at home.’  The word home lingered in her mind again. 

Supper was a tasteless meal of steamed fish and what appeared to be some kind of vegetables.  ‘Good thing the boys aren’t here,’ Daisy mused, ‘they’d waste away eating this.  Come to think of it, they’d probably just march it right back to the kitchen.’   She took another mouthful as she pictured her two strapping young men with a little one trailing behind them marching their plates to the kitchen and demanding to see the cook.  She chuckled at the imaginary scene as their dear faces faded.  She looked about the empty room and at the half-eaten meal that lay before her.  Supper was always her favorite meal with the family all gathered together, chatting about their respective days and chores that needed tending to.  Yes, suppertime was always lively in the Sherman household.  Tonight she ate alone and would do so each and every meal until she was well again and allowed to return to them and her home. Daisy sighed deeply. She had only been gone a few days and already the homesickness was more than she thought she could endure. 

The young orderly from the afternoon came in and removed her meal tray.  Daisy sat alone with her thoughts for what seemed like an eternity when Nurse McCall popped cheerily into her room.  “I’m going off duty now, Mrs. Cooper and I just wanted to see if you needed anything.” 

“Oh, yes dear, there is.  I want to write a letter to my family. Could I have some paper and a pen and ink or a pencil, even?” 

Nurse McCall smiled warmly. “No problem, Mrs. Cooper but it’ll be lights out soon, so I’ll bring them by when I come on duty in the morning.  Is that alright?” 

Daisy though disappointed was feeling rather fatigued and said that the morning would be fine.  “Don’t know how well I will sleep tonight.   Always difficult when I’m somewhere strange.” 

“Don’t you worry about that, Mrs. Cooper.  The night nurse will give you something to help you with that.  I’ll see you in the morning,” and she patted Daisy on the arm and left. 

‘Such a nice thoughtful girl.’  Daisy thought.  The rest of the evening seemed endless but soon enough an older nurse came in and told Daisy she had a mild sedative for her to take.  Daisy took the small tablet and the nurse settled her down.  Now she really felt like a patient.  Very quickly her eyes grew heavy as the medication took hold and she fell into a dreamless sleep. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

Daisy woke with a jolt the next morning unsure of where she was.  Then she remembered.  No breakfast to prepare, no dishes to be washed, no mending or laundry.  She sighed as the remembrance of why she was here came flooding back to her.  She never thought she would miss the mundane things of life, such as mending and laundry and she would certainly never complain about it ever again. 

Breakfast was as unappetizing as the previous night’s supper and she ate just for the sake of it.  Her breakfast tray removed, she settled back on the pillows.  Idleness was the one thing she hated most about this whole business.  At least at home her days of rest had been filled by Jess’ presence.  Here, she had no one. The gloom of her situation started to sweep over her but faded as a bright pair of faces wandered into her room. 

“Good morning, Mrs. Cooper, and how did you sleep?”  Dr. Brackett was asking the question as he and Nurse McCall stood looking down at her.  Dr. Brackett moved and took a quick glance at her chart as Nurse McCall took her pulse. 

“I slept quite well, thank you doctor,” but her eyes echoed a different tale and one that Dr. Brackett could read all too well. 

“Pulse normal, Kel,” Nurse McCall said as he handed her the chart and gave her a warm glance.  She made a brief notation on the chart and hurriedly left the room with a smile to Daisy, saying she would pop back to see how she was doing a little later in the morning. 

The handsome young doctor sat on the edge of Daisy’s bed and took her small hand in his.  His nails were short and his skin impeccably clean. A surgeon’s hand.  His smile was warm and still familiar.  She knew nothing of this man but felt completely at ease with him.  

“Homesick?” he asked her gently.  

Daisy nodded.  

“Tell me about your family, Mrs. Cooper.”  He was still holding her hand as she told him about her late husband and her son who had not returned from the war.  He looked a little puzzled when she had finished. 

 “But I thought Dr. Andrews said you lived with your three sons on a stage line relay station just outside of Laramie, Mrs. Cooper.” 

“It’s Daisy and yes, I do but we’re a strange kind of family. Funny how we all came together.  Slim is the eldest,” and she went on to tell the interested young doctor all about Slim and how tall and strong he was and the backbone of the family. “Then there’s Jess, he’s Slim’s partner and best friend.  He used to be a drifter and was earning himself quite a reputation with a gun when he rode into Slim’s life.”  Again, she continued on to tell the tale of how Jess came to the ranch and found a home with Slim, Andy, and Jonesy and settled down for good.  Then it was Mike’s turn and Dr. Brackett heard all about the Japanese entertainers who had found Mike during a storm by the side of the road and then of how she came to the ranch because of a store her husband had brought but that turned out to be just a swindle to get his money.  She told of the circuit Judge, Bud Deavers being shot by Jess and of Mike helping to catch the notorious outlaw Sam Willett and all on the day of her arrival. 

The words simply poured forth as the fond memories flooded back and brought a new sparkle to her eyes.  “So you see, we’re quite a strange kind of family really and so different in many ways.” 

“Certainly sounds like it, Mrs.….Daisy.  But a family nevertheless.  Well I must get back to my rounds.  I’ll be by to see you later this afternoon.” 

Daisy lay back to rest closing her eyes.  ‘Wonder what the boys are doing right this minute?’ 

“Still want to write that letter?”  It was Nurse McCall who brought Daisy back from the front porch and the smell of honeysuckle. 

“Oh, yes dear,” Daisy said as she was handed a notepad and a pencil. 

“This was the best I could do, I’m afraid.  In fact, Mrs. Cooper, you have a letter to reply to.   It was at the desk when I came on duty.”  Nurse McCall handed Daisy a small white envelope addressed to herself in care of Rampart Memorial Hospital, Denver, Colorado. 

“From the boys. What a wonderful surprise!” and Daisy quickly opened the envelope unable to wait to see what it said.  In fact, it didn’t matter what it said - it was from home. 

“I’ll leave you to enjoy your letter, Mrs. Cooper,” and she turned to leave. 

“Won’t you please call me Daisy?  Mrs. Cooper makes me sound ancient,” she unfolded the letter and looked in the direction of the young nurse.  “What’s your name, dear?  Can’t call you Nurse McCall for as long a stay as they I’m going to have.” 

“Dixie, my name is Dixie,” and she smiled.  “Now you rest and enjoy your letter, Daisy and I’ll make sure to personally deliver your reply to the post.” 

Slim had obviously written the letter for the most part and Jess had addressed the envelope.  It told her about how Mike was doing in school, that Jess’ knee and leg were just about healed and about the daily goings on in the town that he thought she might like to hear about.  Mike had written a small paragraph near the end of the letter and Slim and Jess had both signed it.  By the time she had reached its conclusion, the paper was spotted with several tear stains.  As she began to refold the sheets, she noted something written on the back of the last page.  It simply read.  ‘I miss you, Daisy. Hurry home.’ It was in Jess’ hand. 

Daisy spent the next few days like every other since she had arrived in Denver.  Rest and then more rest.  She had written to the boys and Seth had taken the letters with him and assured her of their safe delivery.  She had written to each of them individually.  She had something to tell each of them but also the three letters filled a complete morning for her and after she had finished them she felt like she had really achieved something with that day at least. 

Drs. Lafarge and Ingalls kept in touch as promised and Dr. Brackett duly informed them of her condition.  He told Daisy all he could about the procedure and both he and Dixie spent what extra time they could spare with their star patient in an effort to make her feel comfortable and at home in the bleak surroundings.  However, Daisy’s homesickness continued to grow and envelope her every thought and one morning it was quite clear that it was taking a turn into something more serious. 

Dixie always paid Daisy an early morning visit as soon as she came on duty and this particular morning was no exception.  Dixie had passed a flower seller on the corner near the hospital gates and had purchased a bouquet of bright blooms for her now favorite patient.  But when she came into Daisy’s room for her morning visit bearing her gift, it created a reaction quite the reverse to the one Dixie had expected. 

“Morning, Daisy. Thought these might cheer up your room,” and she placed a vase containing white daisies on the dresser. 

“Daisies,” the exclamation was gentle and calm.  “Jess always picks me daisies when…” Then, finally all the loneliness and unhappiness began to pour out of her in an uncontrollable flood of tears and sobs. 

Dixie rushed into the corridor and stopped a nurse with instructions to find Dr. Brackett immediately and tell him to come to Mrs. Cooper’s room right away.  Dixie was sitting on the bed an arm around the sobbing Daisy when Dr. Brackett rushed into the room breathless from his run from the top floor of the hospital.  He quickly assessed the situation and asked Dixie to fetch a mild sedative. 

He took Dixie’s place on the bed next to the lady who for some unknown reason had become very important to him over the past couple of weeks.  Placing his arms around her, he hugged her close to him.  Kel Brackett knew that sometimes a good old-fashioned hug could do more good than all the medicine in the world.  Slowly her sobs subsided and Daisy became more composed. 

“Now, Daisy you want to tell me what brought all this on?”  Kel Brackett knew only too well that her homesickness was well on its way to becoming melancholia and that was not good for a patient about to undergo heart surgery or any kind of surgery for that matter.  If she would talk about it, even if only in part, it might help. 

“Daisies,” she answered feebly. 

“Daisies?” he asked confused by the one word answer. 

Dixie came back with the sedative and completed the answer for him. 

“I brought some daisies from the flower seller this morning.  Thought they would cheer her up.  But apparently one of her sons always gives her daisies and…” 

Kel Brackett held up his hand.  “I know, Dixie but you couldn’t have known.”  He laid Daisy back on the pillows as he stood up from the bed.  “Daisy, I’m going to give you something to help calm you down.  Now you may feel a little sleepy and that’s fine.  So I just want you to close your eyes and relax.  Let the medication do its work.” 

Soon the episode was over and Daisy lay quietly sleeping. 

Kel and Dixie left the room taking the offensive vase of blooms with them. “Oh Kel, I feel so bad.  I thought I was helping and daisies - well you know.” 

Kel put his arm around the remorseful Dixie.  “You weren’t to know, Dix, so don’t go tormenting yourself about it.”  They headed down the corridor in the direction of his office. 

“Now I need to get hold of Seth Andrews in Laramie and tell him what’s going on.  Daisy needs to be in a more stable and cheerful state of mind or else Lafarge and Ingalls won’t risk the operation and she needs it.  We’ve five days before they arrive to get Daisy back to her old cheerful self.  Like the day when she first arrived and perhaps Seth Andrews can come up with an answer.” 

Kel wrote the wire detailing all the problems of the past few days and of Daisy’s state of health both mental and physical.  Dixie personally took it to the telegraph office and instructed the clerk that the moment he received a reply, it was to be brought to the hospital and placed in either her hands or those of Dr. Brackett. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

Frank, the telegraph operator in Laramie, burst into Seth’s office late the same afternoon, brandishing the wire in his hand.  “From Denver, Dr. Andrews.  It’s marked urgent and it’s about Mrs. Cooper.  Longest wire I ever received - took over half an hour to get it all down correctly.” 

Seth thanked him and read the lengthy wire, his expression turning graver as he read.  By suppertime, he was pulling up in the yard at the Sherman ranch.  Jess came out onto the porch wiping his hands on a small apron that was tied around his waist.  It had been his turn to do the cooking that night. 

“Hi, Seth.  What brings you out this late in the day?  Surely not my cooking?” Jess chuckled then saw the grave look on his friend’s tired features.  “Something wrong, Seth?” 

“Where’s Slim and Mike?” Seth began, the urgency of his voice making Jess step forward in anticipation. 

“Just finishing up supper; why?”  Then he realized.  “Daisy? It’s Daisy, isn’t it?  Come in, Seth, come in,” Jess said, his voice now filled with the same urgency as he rushed back into the house. 

Mike was hurried into his bedroom to complete his homework.  Jess and Slim had a rule about Mike and that was that they would protect him whenever possible against the harshness that life sometimes dished out.  They would talk to him later in terms that he could understand and then. only what they felt he needed to know and could cope with. 

Seth showed them the telegram and sat back and sipped on a cup of coffee as they digested the contents.  Slim and Jess read about how Daisy had been homesick since her arrival but that her condition had gotten worse due once again to an incident involving her sister and a number of unrelated small incidents that had escalated her depressive mood. 

“Rebecca. I might have known she had something to do with this,” Jess snarled. 

“Yes, Jess.  Apparently she had a meeting with Dr. Brackett and told him that she still felt the surgery was unnecessary and that she wouldn’t pay for any more hospital expenses or the actual operation.  At the time, Daisy’s melancholia was really just a case of homesickness, which is quite normal when a patient is receiving treatment some distance away from their home.  So Dr. Brackett informed Daisy of the situation and asked her what she wanted to do.  She insisted that she wanted to have the surgery and get back home as soon as possible and that she had a little money set aside from when her husband died.  But I can’t see it being enough to cover all the expenses and it would leave her penniless.”  Seth paused as he pondered the seemingly impossible situation. “The added burden of the hospital bills seemed to tip the scales and now Dr. Brackett is very concerned about whether Daisy will be mentally able to deal with the trauma of an operation.  He asked if I could think of something that might lift her spirits to at least a point where the operation could be done relatively safely.”  Again he paused.  “Daisy’s pretty upset most of the time and Dr. Brackett has appointed her a private nurse to care for her.  Seems that Daisy has made quite an impression on him.” 

“Daisy has that affect on most people,” Slim said as he looked at Jess.  The two friends exchanged glances and needed no words, as each knew exactly what the other was thinking.  Slim got to his feet and went to his desk and rummaged through some papers until he found what he was looking for. 

Jess moved to stand behind him and put his hands on Slim’s shoulders.  “What do you think, Slim?  Can we manage it?” 

Slim leaned back and gazed up at his worried partner.  His expression mirrored that of Jess.  “I think we could manage it if we can get a little extra help from the Bank.  We’ll go see Whitaker first thing.” 

The two friends turned back to Seth.  “Let Dr. Brackett know that all the expenses will be covered.  He can tell Daisy that she doesn’t have to use her savings.  Tell him to tell her that a hospital benefactor is picking up the tab - anything he wants to alleviate her anxiety except that we’re paying the bills.  That’s just between us four.  Alright, Seth?” 

Seth put his cup aside.  “You boys sure?  It’s going to be real expensive.” 

“What price do you put on saving the life of someone you love?” Jess asked flatly.  “If it brings Daisy back home to us, it’ll be money well spent and the best investment we’ll ever make.”  His voice trembled as he tried to keep his emotions under control. 

Slim rose from his desk and put a hand on Jess’ shoulder, feeling the tremors that passed through Jess’ body.  He squeezed and Jess turned his head.  His cheek twitched.  “Jess is right, Seth.  We’ll do whatever it takes to get Daisy well again and home here with us where she belongs.”

“Well, at least that will be one problem solved.  Now how to deal with her homesickness.”  Seth silently pondered the question.  “Any ideas?” 

“Don’t concern yourself about that, Seth.  Jess and I will discuss what’s to be done and let you know in the morning when we come into town to visit the Bank.”  Slim looked at Jess and patted him fondly on the back.  Jess knew that look.  Slim was up to something. 

“Now Seth, how about some fresh coffee to fight off the night’s chill before you head back?”   

Chapters 7 and 8