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else.”

      Jimmy made a noise in his throat that could be concern or doubt. “I don’t want to see you searching for something that can’t be yours.”

      “Do you mean learning from the doctor?” Had he heard Dr. Jacob’s order to stay away?

      “That. And more. These people are different than us, though some of their ways are interesting.”

      “Like what?”

      “Reading. Don’t you wish you could read from their books?”

      “Yes. And I would like to read from Thomas Stone’s Bible.” She stopped so suddenly that Jimmy, following her, had to pull up hard.

      “What’s wrong?”

      “Nothing.” She forced her feet to continue onward. She told herself it didn’t matter that Dr. Jacob climbed up the trail, yet her lungs had grown strangely tight and she was again aware of a quickening in the bottom of her heart. He hadn’t yet seen them. Perhaps they could slip by unnoticed.

      “I think ‘nothing’ is the doctor. Why do you care so much?”

      “Because he is the answer to my prayer to learn their healing ways.”

      “Make sure that’s all it is.”

      “What more could it be?”

      Jimmy sighed. “He is a man, even if he is white. And you are a woman. If you weren’t my sister I would say you are pretty, but I will only admit you aren’t hard to look at. But who knows what the white man sees. How he feels about us.”

      She didn’t respond, because she knew what he meant. Whites and natives liked different things, even in what they admired in the looks of each other.

      Dr. Jacob glanced up and saw her. Their gazes crashed like waves against the sand during a high wind. Her heart pounded insistently. He was white. He didn’t welcome her presence. Yet she saw nothing in his looks she disliked. It was more than the square shape of his face, the dark mystery of his eyes, the gouge in his chin. It was what she felt—his devotion to helping others, his trueness, his…

      She couldn’t explain it, but she knew, she just knew, he was a man who could be trusted, a man who would honor his word, a man who would love deeply.

      She jerked her gaze away. Her father had already promised her to a man in the Wolf clan. Even if he hadn’t, Dr. Jacob had already made his opinion of Teena clear, and the very things she admired in him made it impossible for him to change.

      Yet he was the answer to her prayers. Somehow she must convince him to let her learn from him.

      He stepped off the trail and climbed toward them.

      “He is going to help?” Jimmy asked.

      “He’s a white doctor.” She didn’t say more. Dr. Jacob seemed to think the Tlingit could offer nothing to a white man’s needs. A white doctor for the white man. Would he also think a native healer for natives? Would he help a native if the need arose?

      He reached them, and ignoring Teena, went directly to Jimmy’s side. “Let me examine this man.”

      Jimmy stood still but did not lower his burden. “I’m taking him off the mountain.”

      “Let me make sure he’s not in danger of bleeding to death.”

      Jimmy and Teena exchanged amused looks. As if they would not attend to a wound before they moved the man. But Jimmy waited as Dr. Jacob lifted the man’s eyelids and felt his head, then checked the rest of his body for wounds. He found nothing. Teena could have told him he wouldn’t. She’d located only a lump on the back of the man’s head.

      “Could you carry him down to the clinic?”

      At least he hadn’t ordered Jimmy to do so. And Jimmy didn’t ask where this clinic was. They all knew Dr. Jacob spoke more from hope than fact.

      Jimmy agreed.

      Dr. Jacob turned to Teena. “Is this your man?”

      Teena giggled. “He is my brother, Jimmy.”

      Dr. Jacob nodded, somehow approving her answer, and reached out to shake hands with him.

      Jimmy barely touched the man’s outstretched hand then resumed his journey. Teena followed at his heels, Dr. Jacob close behind. She felt him with every breath, every thought. Somehow she had to convince him to teach her. Perhaps this would be her opportunity.

      She fell back so she could speak without raising her voice. “You will need someone to watch him. I could do so.” She allowed herself to meet his gaze briefly, before giving her attention back to the rocky path. But it was long enough to see a flash of possibility, and her heart swelled with hope.

      “Would you promise not to use any native medicine?” He said the word in such a way she knew it must hurt him to say it.

      “I have nothing to help a man who cannot wake up.”

      “That isn’t what I asked.”

      She could not forsake the things she’d learned, the ways of nature that worked. He took her silence for what it was—refusal to agree to his conditions. “We can learn from each other.”

      “It cannot be.” He clambered past her and followed on Jimmy’s heels as they picked their way downward and reached the packed level path beside the town. A few minutes later, they reached the crowded lot that had been empty just two days ago.

      “Bring him in here.” Dr. Jacob lifted the tent flap. Jimmy ducked inside and lowered the injured man to the fur bedroll.

      Teena followed and glanced around. Donald lay on a cot, his color good, his breathing easy. What did the doctor give for pain, if he wouldn’t use the plants and herbs nature provided?

      Dr. Jacob knelt beside the man from the trail as Jimmy stepped back. He lifted the eyelids again and pressed his fingers to the man’s wrist.

      Teena studied his every move, wondering why he did those things and wishing she dared ask. Perhaps if she remained quiet and motionless he would not notice her presence and give her another of those dismissive looks he’d given her earlier in the day.

      Again, he pulled out the thing that fit into his ears and listened to the man’s chest. “He seems fine, except for his unconsciousness.”

      Teena pressed back a desire to giggle. She could have told him all that. She sobered. Did he have a way to bring the man awake? All she knew to do was wait for nature to heal him or not.

      “I’ll watch him and wait for him to regain consciousness.”

      Teena swallowed back her disappointment. It seems the white man had no cure for this, either.

      Dr. Jacob glanced at Donald, again pressed his fingers to the inside of the wrist, then he rose to his full height, brushing his head on the top of the tent and faced Jimmy. “Thanks for bringing him here.” His gaze slid past Jimmy to Teena, and his gratitude shifted to disapproval. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes signaled she wasn’t welcome.

      Silently, she backed from the tent.

      Jimmy followed. “Why are you afraid of him? I thought he was meant to teach you their ways.”

      She met his hard gaze without flinching. “He does not know it yet.” But if God could answer her prayer by sending the doctor, God would surely make the man agree to teach her.

      Jimmy shook his head and strode back up the trail to retrieve his pack.

      The Tucker sisters—the two who had not yet married and had vowed to never do so—nailed together walls for the new clinic. Teena moved closer. “Thought you were supposed to be working on the church. Didn’t Mack decide it was time for a little room on top for a bell?”

      Margie paused to answer Teena’s question. “Mack decided this here clinic was more important. He

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