He’d earned the name in two parts. "Cherokee" came from his grandmother, a full-blooded Cherokee herbalist who taught him that the body keeps secrets the tongue won’t tell. "Dr. Ass" came from his surgical residency in Tulsa, where he developed a controversial diagnostic technique: he’d kick you in the rear.
So he came home to Mulberry Creek, set up a trailer behind the Cherokee Stop-N-Go, and hung a hand-painted sign: The first patient was old Man Crutcher, who’d been complaining of a "funny taste in his mouth" for three years. Three different clinics had given him antacids. cherokee dr ass
“Then why won’t she talk?” the mother wailed. He’d earned the name in two parts
“This is the diagnostic phase,” he said softly. ” he said softly. THWACK.
THWACK.