“Good lord, quit fussing.” John scolded as you kept flinching from the needle John was holding up to your wound.

You and John has just completely a stagecoach to very with a descent pay off. The only downside was that you were grazed by a bullet, and gated needles.

Constantly flinching and fussing much to John’s display. But to be honest John was much the same as you when it came to stitchings.