[ Madigan remembers the man from the bar. She remembers his easy smile and quick hands and sharp gaze that suggested the people playing at his table were about to lose a lot of money. Madigan herself didn’t care one way or another about cheating, so long as it was done well. It’s the ones who were bad at it that were bound to cause the most trouble, and when the inevitable happened, they got a stern lecture and an armed escort from the premises.
She was never one to tolerate trouble in her establishment. That man had been good, though, and she was content to let things play out and his victims were none the wiser about how well they had just been played. She kind of had to admire that.
So when one of her girls comes across their sharp-eyed friend unconscious and bleeding out in a pile of old crates at a darkened storefront, she has him brought back to one of the rooms above the bar. Their little town is too small for a doctor of their own, and the nearest one is a good few hours ride away.
Madigan has a fair bit of knowledge in that area herself, thankfully. She’s patched more than a few people up after a bar fight or two, and at the very least she’s able to stop the bleeding and get him at least somewhat stable as one of her employees makes the ride at first light for the doctor. The doctor comes and goes, and tells her wearily he’s done what he could. The rest is up to the patient.
Madigan comes in to check on him often, to see if there’s any change. Stranger or no, she hates to see people in pain, she hates to see people die needlessly. She keeps hoping she’ll find him awake, though she hasn’t yet. Maybe this time will be different. ]
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She was never one to tolerate trouble in her establishment. That man had been good, though, and she was content to let things play out and his victims were none the wiser about how well they had just been played. She kind of had to admire that.
So when one of her girls comes across their sharp-eyed friend unconscious and bleeding out in a pile of old crates at a darkened storefront, she has him brought back to one of the rooms above the bar. Their little town is too small for a doctor of their own, and the nearest one is a good few hours ride away.
Madigan has a fair bit of knowledge in that area herself, thankfully. She’s patched more than a few people up after a bar fight or two, and at the very least she’s able to stop the bleeding and get him at least somewhat stable as one of her employees makes the ride at first light for the doctor. The doctor comes and goes, and tells her wearily he’s done what he could. The rest is up to the patient.
Madigan comes in to check on him often, to see if there’s any change. Stranger or no, she hates to see people in pain, she hates to see people die needlessly. She keeps hoping she’ll find him awake, though she hasn’t yet. Maybe this time will be different. ]