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The clinic door screeched in protest as it was opened in a hurry. “Has the new doctor arrived yet, Shirl?” a male voice asked.

Alex swung around to see a man in his early forties with his right arm cradled against him, his face looking pinched with pain.

“Yes,” Mack said stepping forward. “I’m Dr MacDonald.”

Alex took a step forwards. “So am I.”

The man ignored Alex and addressed Mack. “I’ve broken my arm,” he said. “If you can fix it for me here I won’t have to travel all the way to Geraldton. I can’t afford the time away from the farm right now.”

“It will need to be X-rayed to see how bad the break is,” Mack said. “There’s a portable machine in my room.”

“Did you drive here?” Alex asked keen to be involved.

“Yes,” the man said frowning slightly. “Why?”

“You’ll need to be sedated in order for me to set your arm,” Mack explained. “Is there someone you can call to drive you home?”

“My wife’s at home with the kids, the youngest was having a nap but he should be ready to wake up soon,” he said. “But I don’t need sedating, Doc. I’ve had much worse than this, haven’t I, Shirl?”

Shirley’s rolled eyes and weary sigh spoke volumes. “Mack, this is Dougal Mason. I swear to God he’s got more stitches in him than a hand-made quilt.”

Dougal grinned. “No blood this time, Shirl, just a clean break. A log rolled off the back of my ute and onto my arm.”

“I’ll give Ruby a call to tell her to come and get you,” Shirley said reaching for the phone. “You can organize the ute to be picked up in the morning.”

“Come this way, Mr Mason,” Mack directed. “I’m Mack by the way.”

Alex sent Mack a caustic glare. “Excuse me but aren’t we supposed to be sharing this job?”

Dougal looked momentarily confused. “Are you a doctor as well?” he asked. “Yes,” Alex said with a stiff little smile in Mack’s direction. “I’m hoping to be here for six months. Dr MacDonald and I are considering sharing the position.”

Dougal whistled through his teeth. “How about that, Shirl?” he said looking back at the receptionist with another boyish grin. “It’s raining cats and docs out here.”