<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KL7Uf3vdz0A/UDr2PAfW3xI/AAAAAAAAmBc/EIYJpjy2SI8/s1600/post5.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Matthew Ford/ Winona<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Judge's Constable<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 20, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>One of the main thoroughfares, bleeding<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><del>Big Jake</del>, Scooter, Robinson, CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>"Wanktahan wau welo..." Winona began to sing a Lakota doctoring song as she kept the pressure on the wound. Groaning he looked up at the night sky with it's stars so bright. Closing his eyes Matthew let the woman's soothing voice wash over him, feeling the presence of Grandfather all around him. He was in everything material never existing in one pace like God or any Christian teaching. No Winona had taught him a lot about her peoples way of life. Now she was calling to him to aid in healing the bullet wound. Breifly Matthew wondered if Grandfather actually expected people to have bullets.<br/><br/>"Wicatancan piya ,wakaginkta ca wau welo..."Lifting him up Winona draped the large man's arm around her shoulder. This was the first time she had to escort her careless husband to a doctor. In fact she had to more often then not when they were dating. Always the one to drag his ass out of a bar. Bleeding,drunk and barely alive the Native woman always had the reckless man's back. What ever brought them together in love is still a mystery to both of them. Not that either of them were looking a gift horse in the mouth.<br/><br/>"Why'd you hold me down when that man ran?" Matthew asked hobbling, with Winona's support, down the street.<br/><br/>"He wouldn't kill me and I doubt he was the genius behind the kidnapping. I saw it in his eyes from the window, only reason I came out." Both were speaking again in Lakota as they moved down the street. If she was bothered by her attire it didn't show. Even in a thicker hide chemise the cold night didn't bother her. Far worse cold winds used to blow across the plains in the winter. Plus she was loyal to her husband as according to the customs of her people. She chuckled as she remembered the day a Union soldier showed adamant on courting that Native woman pointing at her. Thankfully the elder at the time went along with the silly white man, not knowing were it would end up.<br/><br/>"Come on you big baby, let's get you patched up" Winona patted his broad chest with a teasing smile.<br/><br/>