“I’ll be right out.”
Phillip buttoned his gray wool overcoat, pulled on a red knit cap and calfskin mittens. He stooped and laced his leather ski boots. Then he snatched a jar, slipped it into his backpack and stepped out into the blizzard.
Strapping on his wooden skis, he gripped his poles, pushed off and slid past Jacob down the narrow mountain path. Nature had unleashed its fury and soon his cheeks felt raw from the icy cold. He sped through the forest and then descended onto the Sally Barber Mine trail, arriving at the quaint homestead.
He took off his skis, knocked and then entered.
“Dr. Collins, Thank you for coming. Lilly’s fever hasn’t broken.”
“Don’t worry Mrs. Driscoll, I brought the leeches.”
Would you ever use them?
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