Chapter 50

TJ felt that please to his marrow. He looked again, then went into automatic mode. “IV first. Fluids. Pain meds. Stabilize that leg. He needs an orthopedic surgeon if we’re to have a ghost of a chance to save that leg. There’s a shifter that specializes in orthopedic trauma near Cheyenne. I’ll need transportation there on the double.”

Men stepped out of the way. A couple plucked out cell phones and made calls. TJ grabbed supplies in a hurry, jammed in an IV, and attached a bag of fluids. The guy would need blood, but that wasn’t something he kept at his clinic. Fluids, to stabilize first. He unlocked a cabinet, pulled some medication out, drew it up into a syringe, and injected it into the patient’s upper arm. “What’s his name?”

“Trent.”

“Wolf?” TJ inquired.

“Yes.” The other man’s voice broke on the word.

TJ peered over at him. He recognized him, but couldn’t recall his name.

“He’s my son. Was out in the woods. Some bastard shot him.”

TJ’s gut twisted. “Hunting rifle?”