Medicinal Need

By J. C. Conway

Luke is a young cowboy on a drive. The open range, the sky, the cattle... he's found his calling and he's making his own way. Then a stray bullet finds him, blazing into his chest and lodging near his heart. The pain is like nothing he's ever felt and the slightest movement amplifies his agony. There seems little the trail boss can do but put him out of his misery. But then the trail boss reaches into his things and produces an elixir. Will it help? Or is Luke doomed to join the legions of dead cowboys buried in the wild west?

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. C. Conway
• Release date: Sep 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311852984

J. C. Conway

J. C. Conway writes science-fiction, romance and fantasy stories for readers of all ages. He is a fan of great fiction that stretches the imagination and probes the depths of human understanding. He is also a complex-litigation attorney, a former high-school math and computer-science teacher, Vice President of his local NAMI affiliate, a husband, father, grandfather, and still a child in this world that is at once both crushingly clear and maddeningly mystifying.

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Medicinal Need

J. C. Conway

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Contents

Medicinal Need

About J. C. Conway

Excerpt: Worlds Less Traveled

Excerpt: Hearts in Ruin

Medicinal Need

Luke heard the ricochet and saw the rock spark less than a wink before hot pain seized him.

Ned hooted at Zeke. That was just the worst shot I ever seen!

'Twarn't my fault!

Ain’t nobody else’s!

Luke couldn’t discern the words or their meaning. The banter seemed just a foolish skit on the far side of a hazy canyon. Only searing agony was immediate—a burning weight imbedded in his chest. He teetered back against the cold stone face he'd been