A delicate carpet of spring-green crept across the central Arkansas-Missouri border. The buds of serviceberry and dogwood had clothed their trees in pristine white just in time to welcome Dr. Lukas Bower to his new place of residence in Knolls, Missouri. He refused to call it home yet. After his most recent experiences in the job market, he couldn't place his trust in these strangers. Nevertheless, nestled between patchwork properties of Mark Twain National Forest, this Ozark community of ten thousand promised to meet the needs of a country boy who loved the outdoors, especially hiking. When he had driven down from Kansas City to check out the area, the first order of business, before interviewing for the position of full-time emergency room physician, was to count the logging trails and off-road-vehicle paths that crisscrossed the forest. He'd even followed several of the trails in his Jeep. By the time he'd appeared for the interview with Mrs. Estelle Pinkley, the hospital administrator, he was sold on the place.

He was just finishing his usual morning repast of grease and eggs in the hospital cafeteria when the phone rang for him. He recognized the voice of an emergency room registered nurse.

"Dr. Bower, this is Beverly. We have a man by the name of Jacob Casey on his way here in his own car. He says he's been bitten by his pet cat. He sounds pretty excited about it."

Lukas frowned. "His cat bit him?"

"I gathered that the bite was pretty bad," answered the RN.

"Rabies?"

"He specifically said there were no rabies. From the way he talked, the secretary thinks he's been here before."

"Okay, Beverly, I'll be there shortly. Would you please pull his chart?" How much damage could a house pet do?

"But I've

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