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his pallor did not totally disappear.
"He's going to be all right, isn't he, Abby?" Lucy clutched her sister's arm.
"Yes," Abby said, her eyes narrowed in determination. "He is."
The two sisters were soon joined by others in the party. They helped Arlen back to his wagon and into his bedroll, where he fell asleep.
Abby volunteered to drive Arlen's wagon so she could check on him continuously. Lucy rode with them, her journal on her lap. Abby wished she could have rushed Arlen to a hospital emergency room, but of course that was impossible.
"How did you save him, Abby?" Lucy demanded, shouting over the sound of the wagon's progress. But Abby, jouncing about on the driver's bench, did not explain.
Lucy put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "I know you are keeping much from me, Abby. I'll respect your privacy. But thank you for what you did for Arlen." She kissed Abby's cheek.
Glancing inside the wagon at Arlen, Abby was not sure that he was, as yet, saved. He looked pale and weak; he certainly did not recuperate as quickly as Mike. She had one more shot she could give him, but should she have brought more than one kit?
Maybe she should have carried a supply to leave here ifwhenshe returned to the future. Maybe her destiny was to remain here to save Arlen from future attacks, and she had already failed by neglecting to bring extra lifesaving kits.
No. What she had done was enough. Lucy's

 
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