11
DAISY
By the time Garrison and I arrived at the site of the ambush with Captain Archer, another man had died. The others who were injured had been field dressed, but the supplies I had packed were helpful in stabilizing wounds. One man needed some of the ether so a bone could be reset. Another needed it to pull a bullet out of his shoulder. Since my hands were the smallest, I was given that task. Garrison had helped in building sleds from blankets and wood that could be dragged behind a horse as I cleaned wounds and stitched up torn flesh.
I had no idea how Ethan did this. Day in and day out he dealt with the harsher side of life. Serious injuries, illness, disfiguring burns, even wounds he couldn’t even treat and would have to watch the person die. All of it was heart-wrenching and
