The Doctor's Forever Family

Dan found the term humorous. A bid would indicate that some sort of competition to secure this pathetic house/office. Who in their right mind would want this place?

Warren. Maybe his brother had seen something here that he wasn’t seeing, Dan speculated. But then, Warren had always been the one to bring home strays and try to mend their broken limbs as well as their broken spirits. This place certainly qualified for that. If ever he’d seen anything broken, this house was it.

First thing tomorrow, he would get on the phone with-some local contractors to make this place inhabitable. Since he’d seen no sign of a hotel in the area, he supposed he would have to rough it for tonight.

He fervently hoped that there was at least running water in the place, but he wasn’t about to place any bets. Bracing himself, he walked up onto the wooden front porch. The moment he did, he heard the wood groan beneath his shoes. It continued to groan with each step he took.

Joe glanced down at the offending slats. “That might need fixing,” he suggested.

Dan deliberately looked down at the boards beneath his feet. “Good guess,” he cracked.

The front door was ajar, with just enough space between it and the doorjamb to allow a medium-size furry invader to slip in. The thought did little to warm Dan’s heart.

Hand on the doorknob, Dan tried it and found that neither the doorknob nor the door would budge.

“Here,” Joe offered, politely edging him out of the way and placing his own torso in front of the offending door. “You don’t want to risk hurting that shoulder of yours.”

“And you can?” Dan asked.

“Part of the job,” was all Joe said.

Anything else he might have said in response died away as both he and Dan became aware of the sound of vehicles approaching in the distance. Dan turned from the house to see several cars, Jeeps mostly, but there was a truck or two as well, coming closer. Was it starting already?

“They don’t give you much time to set up here, do they?” he asked the deputy.

Well, whatever their complaints were, unless it pertained to a heart attack or a gunshot wound, the good citizens of One-Horse Town were going to have to wait until he had a chance to settle in and get the medical office in some kind of working order. He had his medical bag with him but he had a feeling that he would need a lot more in his supply closet before he could consider the place up and running.

Joe made no attempt to answer him. Instead, the deputy left his side and walked up to the first vehicle. He shouted out several names, greeting the people who were now disembarking, spilling out onto the front yard like the inhabitants of a circus clown car.

And every single one of them, man, woman and child alike, carried tools.

Confused, Dan looked to Joe for an explanation, but the deputy had moved on and was now busy, talking to a slender, dark-haired young woman with a quick smile and green flashing eyes. Dan didn’t remember seeing her at the diner. Probably couldn’t wiggle her way in, he speculated. The place had been crowded beyond belief by the time he and Joe had left.

And now they were all here. Why they had come with tools, he couldn’t begin to fathom—unless they were looking to barter, trading an item they thought he might need or want in exchange for his medical services.

He was fairly certain he was right. It felt like that kind of a place. A throwback to a simpler time.

Dan made up his mind to address his patients en masse. It saved time. “I can’t see any of you until I’ve had a chance to sanitize the exam room.” Assuming that’s even possible. He might just be taking things for granted.

“That’s why we’re here, Doc,” the sheriff told him, making his way to the front of the gathering. “We thought an extra pair of hands—or seven—might just help that along as bit.”

Burning the building down to the ground and starting from scratch would help even more. But Dan thought it wise to keep that observation to himself.

Instead, he saw more vehicles approaching on the horizon. “Looks like more than just a couple of extra pairs of hands to me.”

The sheriff flashed a grin as he inclined his head in agreement. “Math was never my strong suit. C’mon,” he urged, “let’s see how bad it really is.”

One hand holding on to a rather massive toolbox, Rick placed another hand on Dan’s shoulder, acting as if they were old friends instead of two men who’d met only a couple of hours ago.

As the sheriff urged him into the house, with Joe and a man who’d introduced himself earlier as Mick Henley, the town mechanic, bringing up the rear, Dan saw yet another vehicle pull up in front of the house. Tina, the blonde he’d talked to at the diner, and the sheriff’s wife, Olivia, got out. Between them, the women were carrying a rather large, unwieldy cooler.

“Miss Joan thought you might need this,” Olivia said, addressing her words to her husband.