"Hank, if you could see your way clear to ride to the fort for a doctor, I'd appreciate it" "I don't need a doctor," Caleb protested. But he winced and drew in a sharp breath when Lily poured some of his best whiskey onto the wound. "Well, those men out in the shed do," Lily answered, preparing to douse the injury again, this time from the back. When she did, Caleb let out a string of curses that reddened even Velvet's cheeks."