Nettie woke, certain she was sleeping on the floor. Her arm throbbed, her head pounded, and the rest of her body ached, stretched out on some hard surface. "Miss Price? Can you open your eyes for me, please?" The cool, crisp voice was familiar, but it wasn't old Doc Rollins, the only physician she'd ever seen - and then not since she was a child.

Nettie managed to unstick her eyelashes. At first, everything was blurry. A large male shape loomed over her and she shrieked, ...