When the two arrived at the scene they saw a wagon parked on the road and a man in the ditch over a form in the snow a woman was trying to approach a very disgruntled Abelard. Their horses slowed and Crowley approached further "what's going on here?" He called hand resting on his knife. The man hobbled back up to the road "not what it looks like ranger. My wife and I are just on our way back into town saw a horse on the road and stopped that's when we saw the man down in the ditch there must have been attacked by the wolf there but looks like the horse gave it a good thump to the head." By now Pauline was already hurrying down from her saddle and and was Crowley both of them hurrying down to the ditch "Martha fetch some blankets!" the man called to his wife who had finally managed to calm Abelard. She quickly moved to the back of the wagon and fetched some blankets. Crowley was brushing snow from his friends back his body lay at a disheartening angle he pulled back the cowl which with liberally soaked with blood from a large gash in his friends head. "Looks as if his horse crushed him" the man said offering a blanket to Crowley. "Looks as if you're right" crowley said pulling some first aid supplies from his belt managing to at least tie a bandage around Halts head which was dripping down his face. "Oh Halt" Pauline said on the edge of tears. "Halt? The ranger from Redmont" the man asked. Pauline nodded stroking back his bloodied hair. "Didn't recognize him in such a state he saved my garden from a boar last year my family would have gone hungry otherwise" he said. "What can we do to help" Martha said bringing down the blankets. "We need to get him to a healer" Pauline said. Crowley nodded "can we use your wagon to move him I hate to move him much in this state." Martha nodded "Marcus back the wagon to the edge of the ditch please love." Between the four of them they managed to get Halt into the back of the wagon without moving him to much, they bundled him up tightly and set on their way Crowley leading Paulines horse and Abelard along as Pauline and Martha sat in the back of the wagon trying to keep Halt's body still.
When they arrived at the healers house she walked out onto the porch "what all this?" She asked. "It's Halt, he's had an accident" Pauline said. "Bring him inside then" she said. Once they had him inside and settled Crowley walked outside with Martha and Marcus "thank you for your help if there is anything I can do-" "think nothing of it Ranger Crowley" Martha said. "Aye you rangers are a right helpful lot even if they say you're a bunch of sorcerers" Marcus said receiving an elbow to the ribs from his wife. "If there is anything we can do please let us know" Martha said and with that they waved their goodbyes and were off.
Crowley returned inside to see the old woman examining Halt she had placed some salve and a bandage on his head to stop the bleeding. "Well this leg is most certainly broken" the old woman said "it'll have to be reset and it won't be pretty the bone has punctured the skin. You there quit dilly dallying and come hold him down." Crowley did as he was told crossing Halts arms across his chest and holding him down as the old woman grasped his foot. Pauline held his head still. "3...2...1..." the old woman yanked and with a sickening crunch the bones realigned. Halt yelped as pain shot up his body and struggled against what was holding him down. "Halt!" Pauline said trying to keep his head down "Halt your alright!" Crowley said pinning his friend to the bed. A second or two later he passed out from the pain. Crowley tried not to wretch at the sound and Pauline had to turn away. The old woman tended to the wound and splinted the limb carefully. "We will need to get him out of these wet clothes" the healer said. Crowley held up his hands "I'll go fetch some firewood I think the two of you have that covered."
The two women undressed Halt and wrapped him in blankets to keep him warm and preserve his modesty. As they finished Crowley entered the room slowly making sure his friend was covered before entering. "How is he?" Crowley asked. Pauline and the old woman were making up cots for the night "still asleep but seems to be resting easy" Pauline said. "So he will be up and about in no time then" Crowley tried to make light. Pauline gave him a glare that could have woken the dead, he decided it best to behave for the rest of the night.