Just relax ( wondering why you would repeat my name ) I lay you back down again and begin cutting away the blood soaked sleeve and shoulder from your dress.  I wash away the blood with a little water from the canteen. Your shot through and through I say. This is going to sting. I pour some whiskey into the open wound.  As gently as I can, I hold you still until the pain subsides. As I suspected you would, you pass out.  Taking advantage of the opportunity, I move you to the shot up stage and hitch my horse to it. We begin the slow ride back to my ranch several miles away. We arrive I carry you in, remove your outer clothing and place you in my bed. I sit in the large leather chair next to the bed and watch over you.