A quick glimpse into the official chart of Rafe Eaglefeather showed Alexa that hed been blinded after suffering a head injury when his patrol was hit by mortar fire. Hed also been shot in the leg during the same attack. The reference to the violent injury made Alexa think about Bobby Duval, her lifelong friend. One NewYears Eve he wrapped his Jeep around a tree after skidding on ice. E.R. doctors stopped his internal bleeding and removed his spleen. Even after he was released from the hospital, his treatments dragged on. Bobby had grown so weary of being poked and prodded. Alexa was willing to bet that Major Eaglefeather felt the same way.
What do you think? Sierra asked as Alexa leafed through the chart. Ive also included reports by some of Rafes men. They said he fought hard trying to save his whole patrol. Not only was he shot and left blind, he lost his two best friends in the attack. The army gave him ribbons, medals and commendations, and the doctors gave him pills that are supposed to get him through the rest of his life. All theyre doing is making him a zombie.
Though moved by accounts of the majors heroism, his apparent lack of will to be healed made Alexa pass the folder back to Sierra. Im sorry. Im no miracle worker. Alexa tried to keep her voice steady, but her hands shook.
Please. Do you have any idea how many veterans like Rafe fall through the cracks in our system? When my brother was discharged, the military doctor pulled me aside and mentioned how many commit suicide after they go home. Its shocking. I dont want my brother to be one of them. Her eyes filled.
Alexa spread her hands helplessly. His case is tragic, I agree. But he needs MDs who are trained to treat the casualties of war.
Its not Rafes first tragedy, Sierra said, blotting her eyes on a sleeve. When I was sixteen and Rafe fourteen, our parents died in a highway accident. I dropped out of school, got my GED and worked two jobs so we could eat and keep Rafe in school. Our folks wanted more for him than to farm and rodeo like our dad.
Rafe graduated, she continued proudly. He went to college and got a job caring for rodeo stock. Summers he rode in the circuit. He also crusaded to stiffen the rules governing the health of rodeo animals. Rafe loved horses more than winning buckles. Her eyes cut to the horse in Alexas pen. Rafes dream was to own a ranch like yours when he retired from the army, she said softly.
Alexa knew Sierra was trying to play on her sympathies, but she was determined to stay strong. How did he get from rodeos to the military, if you dont mind my asking?
Nine-eleven happened. Rafe and his two best friends from the rodeo joined the army. My brother was a good soldier. He pulled two tours in Iraq after basic training and was promoted several times before ending up in Afghanistan. It was the first time he and his friends landed in the same unit. Now Mike and Joey are dead, and Im afraid Rafe wishes itd been him instead.
Alexa knew all about guilt. It was the reason she lived here at the ranch her grandfather had left her instead of running her practice in Houston. Shed needed solitude. And now that solitude was being threatened by the gut-wrenching pain in Sierra Martinezs eyes.
What do you really know about holistic medicine? Alexa asked abruptly.
Our maternal grandmother was a curandera.
Ah, a Hispanic healer. I trained with a Chinese herbalist, but I also work with native desert plants. They have many of the same properties as those used by the Chinese.
My brother was a vital man once, but his spirit is dead. I believe there is a natural solution that wont kill his self-esteemthat wont mask who he is, Sierra declared, biting her trembling lower lip. Im confident youll be able to help him.
Do you have any family or friends living near a VA facility your brother could stay with while he gets treated? Alexa felt herself weakening and tried to guard against it.
No. Sierra hugged the dog-eared chart to her chest. Since we lost our parents, its been Rafe and me against the world. I know its presumptuous to drop in on you. But hes my brother and I cant bear to see him like this.
Alexas stomach tightened. As the only child of a busy oil tycoon, she used to long for a sibling. Her dad had had little time for her. Her mom had never understood her, and still didnt, even though she meant well. Alexas compassion for people and animals came from tagging along after the veterinarian who looked after her fathers extensive stable of race horses. And from a true, unconditional friendship with tough-talking, fun-loving Bobby Duval. Hed been like a brother.
Rubbing the V between her brows, she sighed. Ill tell you whatif your brother agrees, and if he signs a release allowing alternative care, Ill consent to treat him on a thirty-day trial. He can help out on my ranch in trade. If he shows no improvement after a month, or if I think hes losing ground, I want a promise youll help him move somewhere closer to a VA outpatient facility.
Sierras face flooded with relief, and she nodded. She gave Alexa back the thick medical file. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I know Rafe will agree. Ill bring him tomorrow after I drop my older twins at school. Ill pack the basics for him, but if you think of anything else he might need, you can always call me. Without waiting for Alexas response, Sierra hurried to her van. Leaping in, she revved the engine and drove off amid plumes of dust so like the ones that had first caught Alexas eye. Alexa choked on the billowing particles and wondered what in heavens name shed done.
RAFE EAGLEFEATHER STILL SAT in the same porch rocker hed been sitting in when his sister left to run errands. He couldnt say how long shed been away, except that a small pile of shavings had accumulated at his feet from the piece of wood he was whittling into a pony.
He felt the breeze and heard the footsteps of his sisters four kids as they scuttled silently past him to get into the house. That meant Sierra had stopped to collect Curt and Chloe from school. He let them go by without speaking to him. Both sets of twins had been born while he was out of the country, so they didnt really know him. Sierra had told them their uncle Rafe was blind and couldnt see to play games with them. Besides, that was the last thing he felt like doing.
Hi, Rafe. Sierra sank into the chair beside him. Im sorry I was gone so long. I wish you wouldnt whittle when Im not here.
Doug gave me the wood, Rafe said, folding up his pocketknife.
I know, but I worry youll cut yourself. It looks like youve been at this project awhile. Ill get a broom and sweep up after I start supper.
He bent and tried to pick up the wood curls. I know you asked me to use a waste basket in the house, but I figured the shavings would blow away out here.
Its okay. Come inside. I need to make a meat loaf.
You go ahead. I like being out in the fresh air. It was the truth, Rafe thought. If I bought a cot, I could sleep out here on the porch.
He heard Sierra sigh.
Oh, Rafe. Im sorry youre stuck on the couch. Dougs been so busy he hasnt had much time to work on the addition.
No problem, Sierra. I dont care where I sleep.
Rafe could sense his sisters hesitation in the short pause that followed.
Uh, Rafe, I need to talk to you about something, she said at last.