"No need fer cryin, boy," Old Ma Cody growled as tears ran down her own cheeks, "She's getting better all the time, isn't she? When she wakes, she'll be fine, Clint, all she needs is sleep. She'll be okay soon."
How desperately Clint wanted to believe Anna's grandmother, how he longed for her words to be the words of wisdom, sound, solid wisdom, the wisdom of the aged, of someone who'd seen it all before. But he knew Old Ma Cody was as desperately frightened as he was and all her words fell flat and lifeless onto the unswept floor.