Thirteen Days to Glory
Doc placed his hand on the man’s head. “You’d best bite down, son, this will hurt.”
The patient did as he was told, but muffled screams of pain slipped past the wooden peg as Doc dug to remove the bullet. Once the bullet was out, he bandaged the leg and then helped the patient take another swig of whiskey before taking a touch himself.
“That’s it, Doc. We got off easy today,” his helper said.
“Yeah,” Doc answered. “All twelve days so far. Don’t know how much longer it’ll last.”
His helper nodded as Doc set the half-full bottle aside.