Carefully, Adam palpated the dog's limbs and trunk. One broken leg, but no major injuries to the torso or head, thank God. He turned Monty over and examined the nasty gash on his left flank. Almost instantly there was a basin of water at his right hand and a stack of clean linen at his left.

Monty's eyes fluttered open as Adam began to wash the wound. Instantly, the woman stepped to the dog's head and stroked his ears, murmuring softly to the beast while simultaneously holding ...