Chapter 46
Carefully, Adam palpated the dog's limbs and trunk. One broken leg, but no major injuries to the torso or head, thank God. He turned Monty over and examined the nasty gash on his left flank. Almost instantly there was a basin of water at his right hand and a stack of clean linen at his left.
Monty's eyes fluttered open as Adam began to wash the wound. Instantly, the woman stepped to the dog's head and stroked his ears, murmuring softly to the beast while simultaneously holding his shoulders still so Adam could work.
"Good dog, Monty. There's a good boy." Her voice was sweeter than he'd imagined, deep for a woman's but soft and kind.
"Can you reach that bottle of ether?" The graze was full of mud and debris - cleaning it would not be easy, and he didn't want Monty to bite his rescuer in a moment of pain.
"Of course." A quick flutter of movement and the glass bottle was in his hand.