Marion.... what a pretty name... lay down... I'm alright... its just a scratch.  I pull off my shirt and toss it in the corner. ( you see a blood gash along my ribs) I pour some water in the dry sink from a pitcher and start use my handkerchief to wash out the wound. I'm just glad you are OK.<br/><br/>They came back after you. but all they found was the stage. they burned it. Almost set fire to the barn. I think they want to hide the evidence. No matter, I'll kill 'em anyway if they show their faces again. Don't you worry about that! ( laughs). Suddenly realizes what I've done, taking my shirt off in front of you. ( Grabs a blanket from the chair.) Sorry Ma'am! not used to havin' women around here!