Series: In October 1867, a young woman arrived at my Leavenworth infirmary holding a handwritten marriage proposal from a brain-injured Civil War veteran.

The thump and George’s angry shout spurred me forward. I burst through the infirmary door, Hester close behind. George and Eli Finch were indeed in [more…]

The storm siren’s wail cut through the infirmary like a knife. Hail, hard as pebbles, began rattling against the windows, growing louder with each passing [more…]

The world outside erupted. The whistle became a deafening shriek, a roar that obliterated all other sound. The infirmary building groaned, a tortured sound of [more…]

Hours later, the world was strangely quiet, save for the dripping water and the distant sounds of desperate shouts. The tornado had passed, leaving Leavenworth [more…]

The afternoon sun, now breaking through the clouds, cast long shadows over the devastated landscape of Leavenworth. I lay on a stretcher in the muddy [more…]