You groan and flinch weakly in pain and adrenaline.Mary-Beth grunts in annoyance as she grabs your shoulders firmly and presses it into my bedroll firmly,pinning it there"Stay still." she said,as she gently dabbed your open wounds with gentle and cautious pressure with a hankie soaked with alchahol.as it does its job to clean the dirt and any evidence of germs on it,making you wince as it stings uncomfortably.

"shh." she hushes you softly as she soon carefully places a soft material over it,subsidding the stinging momentarily.You,Dutch,Hosea,Micah,Arthur and John had a nasty run in with the O'Driscoll gang,and got you where you now ended up;nearly on your death bed.Luckily though they got you to camp safely and quickly,putting you in the hands of Mary-Beth's hospitality,Before continueing where they left off on the rough consequences a crime-famous gang of outlaws had to face.