Under the care of Doctor Arbuckle Fix any person can be expected
to be nearly raised from the dead.
—Gering Courier, May 1889
A lone rider urged her horse up a steep embankment and into a stand of large cottonwoods. Although it was daytime, the tree covering gave an effect of an almost cathedral-like darkness. Doctor Georgia Arbuckle Fix shifted in her saddle, then checked to make sure her medical bag was still tied to the horn. She sighed a tired sigh as she cast a glance into the valley and at her home near the town of Gering, Nebraska, in the distance.
In 1886, Georgia Arbuckle was the only doctor in a 75-mile radius of Gering. She was accustomed to traveling long miles across the open frontier to see patients. On this particular day she had been summoned to the home of a farmer and his pregnant wife. Georgia smiled to herself as she remembered the look on the young parents' faces as they welcomed their child into the world. She looked at her pocket watch, then spurred her horse into a bit of a trot.
The glare from the sun blinded Georgia's view of the road as she exited the trees. She did not see the bearded highwayman lying in wait for her. The toothless crook threw up his hands.