And it is a good thing to receive wealth from God and the good health to enjoy it. To enjoy your work and accept your lot in life–that is indeed a gift from God. People who do this rarely look with sorrow on the past, for God has given them reasons for joy.” –Ecclesiastes 5:19-20 (NLT)
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“I hurt somethin’ fierce, Doc,” bellowed the man now doubled over in pain.
“You just sit there!” ordered Doc. “I need to tend the man you were kicking to death.”
I was standing by the man that Fenny, the barkeep called “Copper,” when I noticed Marta and Molly come through the doors. They went immediately to Lucas who was lying there with his eyes closed.
“What were you thinkin’ Lucas?” she chastised him, then glared at me.
“He was kickin’ that poor man to death. I tried to stop him,” replied Lucas with honor in his voice. “I am a deputy, you know.”
“Uhhhh!” she exclaimed, standing to her feet.
“Mi tia,” cried Lucas, now sitting up and looking at Marta. Marta was standing, her arms crossed and looking away from Lucas. “Help me, Senora Molly, por favor?” he asked looking at Molly who stooped down to help Lucas to his feet.
“Doc!” came a loud moan. I was close to the man and it startled me.
Doc stood up after caring for the beaten man. “Fenny, get some men to carry this man to my office. I can tend to him better there.” He then walked to Copper who was bent over in the chair. “Put your hand over your head and straighten up.”
“Can’t, hurts too much,” groaned the man.
“Miles, help me lay him on the table. I can see better there. Put him right under that light.”
Between Doc and me, we put up with Copper’s moaning and groaning and got him laid back on the table. “Hold his hand over his head, Miles.” As I pulled his arms over his head Doc began unbuttoning his shirt. His undershirt had holes in it, so Doc grabbed one and using his fingers ripped it down where he could examine the man. It was easy to see where the Greener poked him as it was red and looked swollen.
Doc began with his examination and when he pushed against the swollen area the man yelled out in pain. Marta was now listening to Lucas explain so Molly came over to see if she could be of help. Doc continued to poke and prod the man’s body, and it seemed that there was only that one area that seemed to be hurting him.
“Mister, you just lay there. Breathe now and easy, regular breaths,” said Doc, then with a nod motioned for me to follow him.
“What’s wrong with him, Doc,” I inquired when we were standing alone by the bar.
“I’m not sure, Miles, not sure, but he could have a ruptured spleen.”
“Spleen! What does that mean?”
“They are saying, those who write the books, that a person can live without it, but I’m not capable of operating on it.”
“Well, what happens if it is what you think?”
“Most likely he’ll die.”
“Then what will it hurt to try to operate?” I countered.
Doc gave me an angry look. “Because…well it would have been better if you’d thumped him on the head.”
“Doc…”