Sugar couldn't sit at the Oma house fretting anymore. Her brother, her tribe, her best friend, they were all out there, fighting the slavers that invaded the area. She couldn't just wait for someone to come back. The longer she tried, the worse she imagined things to be. Buck bleeding to death on the forest floor, or Reb getting beaten until he couldn't take anymore. The stubborn bastard would too, just fight until he couldn't. If he survived, Sugar would throttle him herself for putting himself in danger.
She took Apollo and rode to town hall early in the morning. After tying him up, she went in to see if she could help. The Chet doctor and another (one she didn't recognize by name, but had seen her around) were working frantically. People she did and didn't recognize with varying damage all needed help.
"Tell me what y'all need, where to start helpin'," She demanded of one of the doctors, "Anything, I don't care."