“Chamomile tea?” he said with a faint hint of amusement. He wasn’t sure he could picture Doc sipping chamomile tea, but it was all they had for herbal tea in the General Store and he still had yet to check the greenhouse and apothecary.

It felt like getting his hopes up. He was finding some kind of footing in chamomile tea and the care of the cowboys and willowbark infused in his afternoon black tea. They wouldn’t have a secret stash of benzos in that place.

He put the kettle on, looking over to see if Doc wanted to change his order.