The injured hunter’s name was Lyle. He sat on the examination table while Tessa checked his arm, and Bram stood near the door holding the man’s coat.
“Did you fall?” Tessa asked.
“A piece of equipment struck me during loading. I can move my fingers.”
“Did you hit your head?”
“No.”
Bram started to add something, then stopped. Lyle had already asked to speak for himself. Tessa checked the arm and arranged for a more complete assessment at the hospital. She explained what she could do at the clinic and what required imaging.
“Can you tell my supervisor?” Lyle asked.
“What would you like me to share?”
