He couldn’t remember how many times he had prayed for vengeance after his wife had died, but it was a lot. Thinking back, he realized that peace was...one thing for which he had never prayed at the Wall.Upon reaching the Western Wall, he spotted Reverend Leroy Jones standing near the far end of the square. He nodded to him. The elderly black man nodded back, but they didn’t speak. Distance would have required them to shout and nerves made their voices shaky and uncertain. Both men turned to look. " This strain will make that even less likely," said the doctor glumly.Well fuck that, thought Olive as she wandered out of the surgery past the winding queue. Like her, none of the other patients had the steady income required to pay insurance premiums for health care. Most were elderly, young or disabled. Few were employed, although even those lucky ones were unlikely to be able to afford medical attention that wasn't provided by charity. And the state of their health wouldn't be accepted as. In addition he had several cuts on his body that I had to close using thread and a flap on his scalp that I sewed down.I got the bottle of what the storekeeper at Fort Laramie had called whiskey and putting some on a boiled cloth washed him down. I had to get the guide to help me with the leg. I had he and Elizabeth hold him still while I pulled his leg until I felt it fall into place. I was thankful he was unconscious as I couldn't imagine how it would have felt if he were awake. Claire. The same desire roared through her as well."Dan, stop," she said to him as he left the hall.Dan perked up upon hearing her voice as if it were the most beautifulsound he had ever heard. "Yes?" he said working hard to control hisfeelings."You fucked up, alright, but you tried to fix it. Thank you," she said."You're welcome," Dan said politely."I don't want to be alone," she said to him."I am not the right guy for you," Dan said, the words were painful forhim to say."You can change. You're.