Petrea Downs
By Olwyn Harris
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In the 2nd book in this series, we meet Meg. Meg's life has been turned upside-down, with her husband gone, trying to run Petrea Downs by herself, and disaster after disaster at every turn. Thankfully, her neighbour Everett Grossman is always there to help. The final blow comes when a cattle duffer tries to steal her only source of income,
Olwyn Harris
Born in the wrong century, Olwyn Harris has spent a lot of time craving time travel in a way that can include life essentials like Belgium milk chocolate, air-conditioning and laptops. With a passion for companioning people in their stories, whether they be real or trumped up, she takes inexplicable pleasure in finding the common ground in our human and spiritual experiences. She is enamoured with the mystery of how the ordinary transforms to extraordinary when given a generous brush-down with the presence of prayer and considers it her personal life-quest to find the heroine in all of us. When she is not time-travelling, she lives in the Whitsundays: is a wife, mother, counsellor, pastor, and spiritual director.
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Petrea Downs - Olwyn Harris
Olwyn Harris
Petrea Downs
Homes of Healing #2
ISBN: 978-0-6488143-7-5
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Petrea Downs
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Dedication
By the Same Author
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Petrea Downs
Homes of Healing #2
Olwyn Harris
Reading Stones Publishing
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Copyright © Olwyn Harris 2020
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Dedication
For all those who have chosen to participate in church (formal and informal) with me over the years. These experiences of family and fellowship have taught me so much about my own journey of healing, and God’s heart of what an experience of home can be.
1.
She burst through the door breathless. Her heart raced as she reached for the rifle from the rack in the corner. She deftly loaded and cocked it. With a sweep of her hand across her forehead, she approached the holding-yards. The stock stirred restlessly in the still pre-dawn morning. A shadow moved. A figure scuttled behind the water-trough. She was reluctant to blow a hole through that. She knew the value of water, plus the inconvenient cost of mending what held it – in both time and money. Everything went still.
I’m warning you! Take your leave. I have this loaded and I will use it.
She certainly was not going to have some stranger ride off with the few dozen head of cattle she had brought in for this month’s sale. She brandished her gun again. Get going! Leave now and I’ll let it go. I’ll let you go.
It was quiet again, but she was not fooled. She watched every outline carefully like detecting a snake in the grass. Suddenly a figure stood up and jumped the yards and disappeared among her cattle, as they milled agitatedly. A horse rider came careering through as he slipped the rails, and in an instant the runner leaped into the saddle of the spare stockhorse the rider had in tow. They quickly cut the steers in the yard and took off. She blasted the gun. There was a screech as the rider bringing up the rear hit the dust. The other rider didn’t pause but pounded on with her cattle, heading for the hills that boarded the valley of her best pasture. They were gone.
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Meg walked cautiously towards the fallen figure. He had dragged himself towards his horse standing by the trees, leaving a smear of blood in the dust, his shirt caking in filth. She quickly reached where he lay, standing over him. She considered his contorted face and pale lips and rolled her eyes. He reached for a pistol that had been flung to the ground and she placed her boot effortlessly on his wrist. He hardly resisted. She picked up the handgun, checked the chamber, and sighted it. A look of resignation came into his eyes. A rabbit scurried near a log and she fired the gun. The animal squealed, jumped and lay still.
She looked back at the pathetic sample of humanity at her feet and grimaced. She frisked him for other weapons, and extracted a knife from his boot, and put it in her own. She took the neckerchief from his shirt and packed it against the wound on his shoulder and tied it firmly with the scarf from around her neck. She went over and grabbed his horse and dragged him to his feet. He groaned and hobbled unable to bear weight. I’m not going to have you dying on my place. I’m taking you to Constable Matthews. He can deal with you.
You’re not going to end this?
he whispered hoarsely.
She guessed he was not a man who did failure easily. She was pleased he had failed now, and she rubbed it like the gravel into his wound. You did that yourself, Mate. Cattle duffing is handled seriously in these parts.
She hoisted him up on the horse and led it back to the house. She took a blanket off the shelf and laid it on the floor. She left him there, throwing him a cushion from her reading chair, and then thought the better of that and covered it with a towel. He shivered and groaned, and she grabbed another blanket from her bed and covered him. She dipped a mug of water from a bucket in the corner and held it to his lips. He sipped enough to wet his lips. She checked his wound and ripped a rag into strips and reinforced it firmly. It seeped through again and she applied another. She stared at him like a bug infesting her tomato patch. Why were things never simple?
When her neighbour arrived after daybreak, Meg brought him inside and showed him Exhibit A: the captured felon lying on her cottage floor looking like death in a blanket. He shook his head in dismay and expressed his disgust at the crime and lost stock.
I just can’t leave him here,
she said, because as soon as he possibly can, he’ll make a run for it: bleeding out, sprained ankle and all. He’s lost a lot of blood for a shoulder wound. I wondered if you would stay and watch him while I take the stock in by myself?
I’ll tell what, I’ll send over one of the house-maids. Then she can stay as long as you need. Are you sure you want to leave him here?
Well I can’t take him like this… and I can’t afford not to take in what head are left. I can manage them myself though. I’ll talk to the Constable and Doc Mansfield and find out how they want to handle it. I’m hoping they’ll come back with me and take him. Sooner he goes, the happier I’ll be.
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3.
I just don’t see why you have to do it here.
Meg, it is my recommendation. This is in the best interests of my patient.
Well what about my interests, being the victim of cattle duffing… in broad daylight.
Constable Matthews turned to her. You said it was before dawn. That the sun hadn’t come up.
It was light enough. Doesn’t change that it was audacious and criminal. What more do you need?
We need this man not to die. Now if the Doctor needs your help, please accommodate him,
Matthews said emphatically.
This is a fine kettle of fish! Why should I have to undertake to resolve this man’s consequences? These are outcomes of his own choosing! He is the cause of a great deal of hardship in my world.
Well it is going to get harder if he doesn’t recover. You’ve already confessed that you aimed your shot. You don’t want to be up for a murder charge.
Murder? You’ve got to be kidding me! It was self‑defence! I have a right to defend what is mine.
You were in no personal danger.
I was protecting my own. If you think losing my property or dying of starvation is not personal, you are very much mistaken!
I’m just doing my job Ma’am. I’m letting you know how I read the law. You shot… and the man is now in mortal peril.
You can tell I shot only to maim.
How could we tell such a thing? The man lies here fighting for his life.
Because four inches that way and I would’ve had him in the neck. Six inches that way and it would have landed square in his back. Either way, it would have been instantly fatal. He was riding away. I had a clear shot. You tell me that’s not intentional.
The Doctor finished arranging his instruments and pulled from his bag a wire-framed mask and poured some ether into a cloth. Hold this firm. I have to extract the bullet and clean the wound. It’s properly soiled.
Meg rolled her eyes and complied. She was flustered and irritated. The sale had not gone well. She had got much less per head than she had hoped. It seemed the other lots leading up to hers had done much better.
Doctor Mansfield worked systematically. And he bound the wound tightly in place. We won’t be able to move him straight away. You’ll have to do the basic care that he needs until he is stronger. Then we’ll organise a cart to come out and transport him.
How long is that going to be?
About a week. Maybe more…
A week!
Yes. At least. You know what to do.
What do you mean, ‘I know what to do’?
In regards to nursing him.
I do not appreciate the comparison to nursing my husband. This man is slime. You get rid of him as soon as you possibly can! A week is too long.
No comparison is intended, Mrs McGregor. I’m just talking about you knowing what needs to be done. A week will be required at least, maybe more.
When are you coming to check on him then?
I’ll come back in a couple of days.
They left after they moved him off the table and back onto the make shift swag on the floor. Constable Matthews reiterated his parting thought, that it was very important for her case that the man stayed alive.
4.
If keeping him alive was the priority for the law, for Meg it was like poking hot irons into her eye-sockets. Why should she work to save this man’s life after what he had done? And now there were innuendos of premeditated murder? Why should she nurse this man with skill and see him respond and become strong, when nothing she ever did made any difference with Alistair? He had been the love of her life. She had come here with him to build a family, a home, and a dream. This had been their forever-plan and that plan had been systematically shredded. Forced to nurse someone who ambushed her resources was just another blade in the executioner’s arsenal of torture – instruments killing their dream.
If it hadn’t been for the support of her neighbour, she was pretty sure she would have gone under straight away. Everett was always willing to throw her a lifebuoy. Crisis after crisis he had been there. But even now it seemed she was still treading water in a whirlpool where dead weights were constantly dragging her under. She was fighting; fighting hard, but she wondered how long she could keep her nose and lips above water, to stay alive. How long would her fight to stay remain?
She held his head and gave him some broth. He seemed to growl under his breath like some sort of angry, caged dog. She stuck to the regime of applying leeches around the wound until they dropped off engorged and then salted the suture-line and irrigated it clean. She almost enjoyed the look of silent agony on his face. Conveniently the cause of his pain was that she was complying with Dr Marshall’s rather odd wound-dressing instructions. Who ever heard of irrigating with salted water?
Within days the fevers were abating, and she could see the colour returning to his face. Large areas of bruising were coming out around his shoulder. She re-strapped his ankle methodically; and gradually the swelling was reducing. The doctor came regularly as promised and was satisfied with his patient’s progress. He didn’t give any indication as to when he would be removed; that was the Constable’s jurisdiction. Instead he