He kept his voice light. “He said he thinks this Eli can help you. Your sawbones?”
Sam sighed. “Yeah. Eli’s patched up Herbert a half dozen times alone, so I’m sure he knows what he’s talking about. Herbert’s a bear when he gets to playing cards.”
With a laugh, Andy said, “We have a few men like that, too. Heaven help you if they lose a hand.”
“Herbert’s a good man,” Sam told him. “Good to have by your side when you’re in a fight.”
Carefully, Andy asked, “You told him about me?”
“Do you mind?” Sam turned his face up to Andy’s and studied him for a moment before he kissed the exposed skin of his lover’s neck. “You’re my boy. He told me about his girl and so I told him about you. I didn’t think—”
“It’s okay,” Andy said, a little too quickly. When Sam tried to sit up, Andy hugged him closer. “I guess it’s different up north. I just think about my daddy and keep my mouth shut, that’s all.”