The sheriff bypassed the parking area and stopped the wagon right in front of the door. Before Nick could dismount from the horse, the sheriff had tossed him the team’s reins and jumped clear of the wagon, striding to the front door and knocking, calling out, “Doctor Porter.”
A few seconds later, Nick was staring at an older man, probably as tall as he was but much leaner, almost wispy. He had straight gray hair that was swept back from his face in thin strands and light brown eyes. The doctor looked Nick up and down as if he were being appraised. Nick recognized the actions, he’d seen them enough from Todd and realized the doctor was checking for wounds or signs of sickness.
The sheriff twisted his upper half far enough to look back at Nick. He raised his eyebrows and fluttered a hand by his side in a hurryupmotion.