“What is the matter with you?” she ground out.

“Besides the fact that my chest was ripped open and I haven’t had a good shit in ten days? Not a goddamn thing!”

“You haven’t been here ten days, but I’m going to get you fixed right away. And you’re going to be sorry you complained to me.” She put two residents on the job; she told them to use any means available and legal, just make it happen. She said she didn’t want to know how they did it but they were to see to it he had a bowel movement by morning.

When she came in to see Sully the next day, he was smiling. And he was passably pleasant most of the day.

After seven days in the hospital she took him home to her house where she was cloistered with him, fed him low-sodium and low-fat foods, took him to rehab every other day and listened to him bitch for another thirteen days.

Finally, she took him back to Sullivan’s Crossing.

And Sully was reborn. His temperament immediately smoothed over. His facial features relaxed. He greeted Enid, Frank and Tom, and spent about fifteen straight minutes greeting Beau. Then Sully ate a salad with turkey slices and complimented Maggie’s thoughtfulness for the lunch.

“I think you dropped twenty pounds,” Enid said.

“Twelve. And I could spare it. Now, Enid, it looks like I’m going to be keeping Frank company for a while. Maggie says I have to go slow. We should get Tom’s boy to help out with things like stocking shelves; get Tom to finish cleaning the gutters and clearing that trench around the house to the stream so we don’t get flooded, if we aren’t already.”

“You aren’t,” a voice said. “I finished clearing that trench and I checked the basement at your house.”

Everyone turned to see the man standing in the doorway of the store. Cal. Maggie looked at him closely for the first time. He was somewhere just under forty, with dark brown hair and light brown eyes that twinkled.

“Cal,” Sully said. “You’re still here? Good to see you! You been helping out?”

Cal stuck out a hand. “Sorry about the heart trouble, Sully. Glad to see you’re doing so well. To tell the truth, you look better than ever.”

“What the devil you doing here so long?” Sully asked, shaking his hand.

“Well, I could say I was here to help out, but that wouldn’t be true. I’m waiting for better weather to check out the CDT. Since I was here, I tried to lend Enid a hand.”

“He did a great job, Sully,” Enid said. “He’s been bringing in the heavy boxes from the storeroom, helped stock shelves, swept up, hauled trash, the kind of stuff that’s on your schedule.”

“That’s awful neighborly,” Sully said. “We’ll cut you a check.”

The man chuckled and ducked his head with a hint of shyness that Maggie was immediately taken with.

“No need, Sully. I didn’t mind helping out. It gave me something to do.”

“If you’re camping, you must have had other things on your mind to take up time.”

“To tell the truth, I messed up my planning. I thought I’d pick up the CDT out of Leadville but where it’s not icy, it’s flooding. A few chores weren’t anything. Enid took care of me. I appreciate the hospitality.”

“Are you planning to leave your vehicle in Leadville?” Sully asked.

“That was the plan.”

“Well, you can leave it here if it suits you and pick up the trail just over that hill,” Sully said, pointing. “Whenever you’re ready and no charge. No charge on the campsite, either.”

“You don’t have to do that, but it’s appreciated. In fact, this being your first day home, I’ll stick around a few days in case you need a hand. I don’t have urgent plans.”