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Stella Bagwell His Medicine Woman ISBN 13: 9780263894271

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Johnny was impossible to forget...although for five long years Bridget Donovan had certainly tried. But when he asked for help, her job as a doctor wouldn't let her say no. Being so close to the man who'd broken her heart would be a trial and she vowed never to fall for him again. Johnny was certain he'd done the right thing in breaking it off with Bridget. She deserved so much more than him. Yet having her near reminded him of all he'd given up. And those feelings - no matter how much he ignored them - weren't going away. Sometimes, what's meant to be just can't be denied.

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Johnny. Johnny.

Her heart whispered his name as the Jeep carried Bridget Donovan closer and closer to the man she'd never been able to forget. Tonight was the first time she'd heard his voice in nearly five years and the sound of it had shaken her, almost as much as his request.

Will you come to my home? Grandmother is sick.

Tears suddenly blurred her vision and she automatically eased her foot from the gas pedal as she struggled to compose herself.

Even though the two of them resided in the same southern area of New Mexico, their lives moved along different trails. Once they'd parted, she'd never expected to cross his path again. But she'd often dreamed, hoped and desperately prayed that might change one day. He'd contacted her tonight out of desperation and nothing else. Yet that made little difference to her. The only thing that mattered was in a very few minutes she was going to see the only man she'd ever loved.

Johnny Chino didn't know why he continued to clutch his cell phone as he stared out the window at the dark dirt road leading up to his mountainside home. He'd already forced himself to make the call. A call he'd once sworn to never make again. But for some reason he couldn't slip the instrument back into his pocket and out of sight. Instead he gripped the phone as though he could hold on to her voice. Hold on to her.

The idea was as ridiculous as the dreams and hopes he'd once had for the two of them. And now he felt like a fool for standing at the window, watching with a mixture of dread and eagerness, for the flicker of her headlights.

She wasn't coming to see him. No, those times were gone and long past, he grimly reminded himself. She'd moved on without him. Just as he'd intended.

The Jeep rattled across the wooden slats of an old cattle guard and then Bridget pressed hard on the accelerator as the gravel road began a steep climb between tall pines mixed with white-trunked aspens. The autumn night was cold and clear, but the starry sky was blotted out by the thick forest covering this portion of the Mescalero Apache Indian Reservation.

Years had passed since she'd traveled this particular road, but driving the unfamiliar twists and turns in the dark wasn't nearly as unsettling as the thought of what she might find once she reached her destination.

The Chino home sat on a hacked-out piece of mountain land that had originally been hand cleared by Johnny's grandfather, Charlie. As her headlights swept the front of the small structure, Bridget could see the modest stucco was just a shade paler than the red-brown dirt that made up a small yard. The pine tree shading the small porch had grown much taller than she remembered, but everything else looked as it had so many years ago.

As she gathered up her medical bag, she heard dogs barking somewhere near the house and then a deep male voice calling to the animals. Swallowing hard, she glanced out the windshield and saw Johnny walking toward her vehicle. A red bone hound and a black collie trotted to keep up with his long, lithe stride.

Bracing herself as best she could, Bridget grabbed the handle of her bag with one hand and opened the Jeep door with the other. Before she could slide to the ground, he was standing only a step away, waiting for her to make the next move. Bridget focused her gaze on his face and suddenly everything came to an abrupt stop. Her breath hung suspended, her heart halted in midbeat and all she could do was stare. And ache.

Even in the semidarkness, she could see Johnny's face was as striking as the image she'd carried around in her memory. Long, crow-black hair was pulled from his face and tied at his nape with a short piece of worn leather. Smooth bronze skin stretched across high prominent cheekbones, while a noble nose gave way to a pair of roughly hewn lips. Beneath a hooded line of black brows, his dark eyes pierced her with an unflinching gaze.

Bridget realized she should speak, but the tangle of knots in her throat made it nearly impossible to swallow, much less form a word. Forcing her lips to part, she tried to utter a greeting. But after a moment even that seemed trivial and unnecessary.

"Grandmother refuses to leave her bed," he finally said. "I'm very worried."

His words snapped her from her frozen state and she made a move to step down from the Jeep. Just as quickly, Johnny's hand came around her elbow to assist her to the rocky ground and Bridget struggled to keep from gasping out loud. Even if his touch was shooting searing rivulets of heat up her arm, she couldn't allow herself to forget she was here as a doctor.

"How long has she been ill?" Bridget managed to ask.

"Three days. Only tonight, she asked to see you."

When Johnny had called the ranch earlier tonight, she'd wondered why he'd not contacted the Apache hospital in Mescalero for a doctor's help rather than call upon her. The facility was far closer to the Chino home and offered free medical services to members of their tribe. Now he was making it clear that it had been Naomi's idea to summon her, instead of his. The news hardly surprised Bridget. But she felt ridiculously disappointed anyway.

"I'll see what I can do," she promised.

The walk to the house was short and no more words were exchanged as he opened the front door and allowed her to precede him into a small, comfortable living room. In one corner, the crackling flames from a fireplace emitted a dim, orange-gold cast to the room and its basic furnishings. Other than that, there were no other sources of light or sound.

Bridget paused and, though she was familiar with the layout of the house from years before, she waited for his instructions.

"She's in the back bedroom. Grandfather is with her." Bridget followed him out of the room and into a dimly lit kitchen where the scent of fried bacon still lingered in the air. To one side of the room there was an opening followed by a short hallway. At the end of it, they entered a bedroom that, compared to the rest of the house, felt unusually cool and drafty. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the single window directly across from them and was amazed to see it was raised slightly.

Turning a questioning look at Johnny, she asked, "Is there some reason for the cold air?"

One corner of his mouth quirked slightly. "Grandmother believes fresh air is a cureall."

Bridget held back a frustrated sigh. Now was not the time to offend the older woman by trying to change her beliefs.

"Well, she can't keep lying in a draft like this. Perhaps she won't notice if you close it while I'm examining her," Bridget suggested in a voice only for his ears.

He gave her a barely discernible nod and Bridget moved away from him and toward the double bed pushed against the far wall of the room. At the head of it, Johnny's grandfather, Charlie Chino, was sitting in a wooden, straight-back chair. His weathered old face was full of worry, but he said nothing as Bridget approached.

Naomi was resting on her side with her eyes shut. Her long white hair was unbraided and lying loose upon a pair of frail shoulders. Five years' time had wrinkled the woman's face even more and Bridget made a quick mental calculation to determine that Naomi would most likely be in her early nineties now.

Bending over the low bed, Bridget caught the sound of her wheezy breaths. The raspy noise was not what she wanted to hear.

Placing a palm upon Naomi's forehead, she called her name. "Can you hear me, Mrs. Chino? Naomi?"

Thin, crinkled eyelids fluttered, before slowly lifting to expose a pair of milky brown eyes. For long moments they stared straight at Bridget and then to her relief, she spotted a flicker of recognition in their depths.

"Bridget."

The weak whisper of her name very nearly caused tears to well in Bridget's eyes. But she did her best to blink them away and call upon her professional steadiness to get her through the moment. This woman had once meant much to her, and over the past years, Bridget had never forgotten the closeness they'd shared.

"Yes, it's me, Naomi. I'm here to help you get well. Is that okay with you?"

Naomi's bony hand slipped from beneath the heavy covers and reached for Bridget's. She gave it to her willingly and was relieved to feel a bit of strength in the woman's grasp.

"Yes. I'll get well now."

Straightening to her full height, Bridget reached for her bag and realized, with somewhat of a start, that Johnny was standing directly behind her. She'd thought he was still dealing with the window, but then he'd always had the uncanny ability to move without making a sound.

Forcing herself to look at him squarely, Bridget asked, "Has she been coughing?"

"A little."

"Does she have any other health problems I should know about?"

"Grandmother is ninety-three," he said, as if that should answer everything.

Bridget reminded herself that this man had always moved at a different pace. "Does she take any medications?"

Johnny looked at his grandfather and spoke to him in their native language. The older man simply shook his head, which prompted Johnny to translate.

"No."

"Thank you. That helps," Bridget told him.

She pulled several instruments from her bag and went to work taking Naomi's vital signs and examining her from head to toe. Along with an elevated temperature, the woman's heartbeat was weak and rapid and her lungs rattled with the warning of impending pneumonia.

Bridget's first instinct was to demand that Naomi be taken to the hospital so that she could receive round-the-clock care and intravenous medications. But if the woman had already refused Johnny's pleas for her to go to a medical facility, then no good would come of further prodding by Bridget. Johnny had always been the apple of Naomi's eye. If she wouldn't heed his pleas, then he...

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