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Now she turned it up. "Maybe LeFleur'll pull the squad," Stephen said. "We can get off this mountain a couple hours early. " Anna pulled her radio off her belt. " "Spike medical," she answered. "We've got an injury. A log rolled down on Newt Hamlin. Looks like a busted knee. Closed but bad. He's hurting. " Anna got an exact location from him and signed off. "Looks like we've got to work for our suppers today," Stephen said. " Anna asked cautiously. "That's right. The big guy. The really, really big guy.
Says nobody does his feet like you. " "I'll do him," Anna said. A long folding table took up the center of the tent. Two shallow boxes covered the surface. Carefully arranged in each were the tools of their trade: scissors, gauze, compresses, blister dressings, splints, salves, triangular bandages, tweezers, antihistamines. The paraphernalia of Mom's medicine cabinet on an industrial scale. Backboards, leg splints and cervical collars were stored beneath. Anna picked through the boxes plucking out the Rx for Black Elk's feet.
Bugger off," Anna grumbled. " A rough shake loosed Anna entirely from the comforting embrace of sleep. Stephen, sitting on the army cot laid head to head with hers, was lacing up his boots. "It's still dark," Anna complained. "And cold. The glamour never stops. " The EMT laughed. Anna could hear him groping for the lantern as she dragged on her underpants. Drafts, sharp as knives with the early frost, stabbed into the warm sanctity of her sleeping bag as she performed her morning contortions. Finally decent in a yellow NoMex fire shirt, she unzipped the bag.