I go to my horse and get my canteen and a flask of whiskey from my saddle bag.  I take off my shirt and tear some bandages from it. I ever-so gently lift your head and try to get you to drink from the canteen. Ma-am that shoulder need attention I say.  I look in your eyes hoping for more than the blank stare I have been getting. You cough and sputter but drink a little water. Ma-am .. my name is Robert Forcythe... you were on the afternoon stage from Dodge headed west. Looks like you were attacked by the Anderson Gang. lucky for you they left you for dead. If they thought you was alive no tellin what they'd done.  Now Ma-am I gotta clean up your shoulder... You do understand don't ya??<br/><br/>(I'll see you in half an hour, I'll eat my dinner too)