Jordan then sits up with a gasp, of course a wave of pain shoots through his body. He blinks and then looks around, seeing unfamilar surroundings. Then he spots her, â€œWhere am I? And who are you? And how did I get here?â€ he thinks. He then begins to remember what had happened. â€œAre you the one who drug me into this house? Do you own it?â€ he aks. He then felt the bandages on his back. No one had ever taken care of him before, he had always force a doctor at gun point to fix him up. â€œI suppose I should tell you my name. My name is Jordan Graham.â€ He says. She should know of his name if she ever went into the small town that was near her farm. â€œIâ€™ve been wonderinâ€™ this, why did  you save me? You shouldnâ€™t have, Iâ€™m bad news! Iâ€™ll cause you nothinâ€™ but grief and trouble.â€ He says. He then lays back down, pain had taken over him again. â€œMost people in their right minds would have left me to die.â€ He says to her. â€œAnd what happened to my horse, Black Jack? Is he ok?â€ he asks.