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through her, and she forced herself to ignore his latter comment.
    “I loaned the horse to a neighbor.” She’d lent the horse to Teyla and her men for a few days.
    She could feel the heat from Durango ’s body now. Could smell his scent. Rich and dangerous, yet soothing at the same time. Durango , as she’d always called him, had always kept her off-balance. She loved that about him. At least she had loved him, until his confession that he wanted to make both their sexual fantasies come true. She forced herself to shake away those thoughts. Time to deal with reality .
    “You said there are three wounded. Where’s the other one?”
    Heavy footsteps from the front of the house made her look toward the doorway where Landon had exited a moment earlier. This time, he’d returned with a man, who leaned against him.
    “That would be him, Tyrell Mathews. He’s been shot in the waist.” Durango replied.
    “When did this happen?” She would need to know if infection had already set in.
    “Just yesterday,” Durango said. “We’re going to need whatever light you have available. Bullets need to be dug out and wounds sewed up.”
    Elizabeth nodded and tried to grab a shred of self-control. These men needed doctoring, and she couldn’t allow her anger at Durango to cloud her skills and deny them help.
    “You aren’t going to run, are you, Doc?” Durango asked in a cold, determined tone. She could also detect the underlying pain he was trying to hide, too. Pain from the bullet she’d put into him.
    Guilt swamped through her, and she shook her head. No, she wouldn’t run. At least not yet. He let go of her, and she moved into action, spitting out orders for Durango to get the fire going in the fireplace so she could boil water for the utensils she’d need. She also instructed Landon to get Tyrell into the first bedroom to the right down the hallway. It was the biggest one and the one she and Durango had used when he’d been here.
    Sweet mercy, he’d kept her hot and aroused when he’d lived here, and then later when Landon had come to live with them, her arousal had doubled. Elizabeth pushed aside those unwanted thoughts and hurried to grab some clean linen from a closet.

Chapter Two

    An hour later, Elizabeth wiped the perspiration from her forehead with the back of her hand and gazed at the two men lying quietly on the bed. The one she hadn’t been able to sleep in since Durango had left. A swell of emotions threatened to tear up her eyes, but she bit back the tears. She wouldn’t let Durango see how much his leaving had affected her. She would need to stay focused on these men’s injuries.
    Landon, who she’d cared for dearly, partly due to the fact he’d tried to talk Durango out of joining the gang with him, appeared weak from loss of blood. The bullet had lodged in the fleshy part of his upper thigh, making him lose lots of blood. But the powerful way he’d carried her and tossed her onto the couch and then held her beneath his big body made her realize he was a very strong man, despite his wound. He would be fine given some rest.
    Tyrell’s wound was a bit more serious. He would require bed rest for a few days due to his wound. She’d found the bullet dangerously close to his left kidney, but thankfully it hadn’t hit anything vital. He would be sore, and he’d been very lucky. Both men had been very lucky.
    Stupid fools. Why couldn’t they have found a more safe way to make a living? She knew why. There were no jobs to be found. Durango had been a mechanic. Since the world was in chaos due to the Catastrophe, and any type of machinery had fried, compliments of the solar flares, his job had disappeared literally overnight.
    Durango was the least hurt of the three. He’d kept his mouth shut, thankfully, while she’d tried hard to ignore the wicked beating of her heart as her gaze snapped to and fro along the wide expanse of tanned muscles lacing all the men’s chests and arms while she’d dug