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Roylsden #169

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"Those sheets boiling yet, Clint?"
Doc Morris shouted to Clint who was outside boiling up torn strips of blanket in a cauldron hanging over a camp fire he'd built earlier.
Clint, rubbing noonday sweat off his face, called "Yup, just put them in, Doc."
"Good boy, give 'em half hour, then hang 'em." Morris turned to Ma Cody. "We'll put 'em on her wounds, get the poisons out."
Ma Cody, making herself busy, nodded. She'd just finished preparing concoctions of wheat flour, water and heartsease.
Anna had slept most of the morning, sometimes almost waking and groaning before sleeping again.

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