“His heart, defective without anyone knowing it, including Hiram himself, was too taxed by the stress of his injuries to survive its ordeal. It simply shut down and the physician tending him found himself suddenly working to amputate the arm of a dead man. No point in that, he figured, so he stopped, washed himself up, and had Hiram hauled off to the local undertaker with both arms still in place, though the shot one was barely hanging on. The doctor, who typically took a few nips before taking ...a knife to anyone, leaned unsteadily over the dead man, then asked Heller, “Who is this poor joker?” “I don’t know, but I know I’ve seen him before. Kind of like that dead man I and that new picture-taker man found out on the Hangtree Road t’other day. Something familiar about him.” “I had the same notion myself,” the doctor said. “But I can’t put a finger on . . . wait a minute. Wait. I think I know.” Someone knocked on the outer office door, then immediately opened it. Sheriff Mack Barton walked in and stepped into the treatment room where the surgery had been taking place.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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