"I might just despise you to the core. And you sure have been a thorn in my side for far too long. But after all them years of lockin' horns, I ain't about to stand by and watch ya meet your end."

Pressing down on the bullet wound in your leg, he swiftly removed his handkerchief from his pants and wound it tightly around the injury.

"Let’s get you somewhere safe," he grunted, lifting you up and placing you on his horse before mounting up behind you, steering the steed away into the distance.