“You’re going to be black and blue,” John said, gently touching the already blossoming bruise on Kip’s chest. “Let’s get to the clinic so they can check to make certain no bones were broken or cracked.”
Since the clinic was close, they walked with John’s arm around Kip to make certain he didn’t collapse before they got there. Apparently Mitch had called ahead because when they walked through the doorway a nurse hurried over to take Kip into one of the exam rooms. “We heard a gun fire,” she informed them as she helped Kip onto the table.
“You’re kidding,” John said.
She shook her head. “It’s a small town and real quiet at this hour. Sound carries.”
“We figured we might be seeing someone,” the doctor said as he came into the room. “So we were prepared even before the sheriff called.”