<div align="center"><em><strong>Sarah with the Marshall and the doctor </strong></em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Sarah didn't doubt for a second that many of the inhabits of Oasis or the surrounding countryside were wild Neanderthals. If they harboured the Castle boys then they couldn't be in any way decent in her opinion. Making their way to the doctors she thanked him before they entered and then stepped silently into the hallway of the doctors house. Moving into one of the rooms, the doctor soon joined them and asked Sarah to follow him. She did so without looking back at the Marshall, not expecting him to be there when she got out.<br/><br/>Her poncho was lifted at the side, revealing her bare arm and the bullet wound.<br/>"It's just a superficial wound, it passed right by. You'll have a nice scar" he told her as if he were talking to a tomboy who would be thrilled at such things. Sarah eyed him speculatively as he passed her a bottle of whisky which he stated was for medical purposes. She took a slug of it before he used a bit of it to clean the wound. Hissing she glared at him but the wound at least would be sterile now. Another scar, she mused add it to the litany of scars that riddled her back and other arm. It was then he noticed the one running along her neck as her hair was pushed back out of the way.<br/><br/>"Should I even ask what happened to you?" he was sincere in his concern but knew she most likely wouldn't say a word about how she got so banged up. What sort of woman went about getting shot at? He looked at her through clearer eyes and swigged some of the whisky himself.<br/><br/>Sarah said nothing but watched the bandage he applied to her bleeding wound and then pushed herself from the doctors table he had asked her to sit on.<br/><strong>"How much do I owe you?"</strong><br/><br/>He stared at her a moment before gathering up the dirty blood stained swaps he had used to clean the wound.<br/>"It's on the house, I'm sure it won't be the last time you're in here" he told her before she folded down the side of her poncho again and said a mumbled thank you. When she opened the door with hat in her hand, she frowned on seeing the Marshall sitting there.<br/><br/><strong>"You need seeing too as well?"</strong>she asked leaving the door open to the doctors office before walking through the outer room, putting her hat back on she reached the front door,<strong>"he's free now."</strong><br/><br/>Stepping out side once again she stretched her arm a little, the Marshall's words from earlier played around in her head. He was right, if she didn't learn how to be quick and a sure shot then she was as good as dead before she could ever get a shot off. It was her turn to wait for him to leave. She had seen the damage of his firing ability and she was going to put a proposition his way.