Book3:WereMyDreamIs

epeoplearoundthemwhohadinonthegroundtoprotectthemselvesbegaup.Themiddle-agedmanaeen-agerwalkedovertothetwogunmen.

    “Heyfriends,needhelp?”askedthemiddle-agedmanwarm-heartedly,“Thatguy’sinabadway…Lostalotofblood…Wehelptakehimtothehospital.”

    “Oh,no,no”repliedthemaninbck.“ThankyouverymuchforyourofferbutIpriedthebulletsoutbymyselfandI’mokaynow.Idoogotothehospital.Look!thebleedingstoppedandthewoundsaresg…Fhandtumbleguylikeme,thisisnothing.ButIdidlosealotofbloodandIfeelingwoozyandunsteady...helpmeupguys.IwillgoandhaveabigmeandI’msureIwillbeasgoodaserthat…Afewcupsofwhiskeywillhelpmehealevenfaster,ha-ha…”Theyallughedandhelpedthemaninbcktohisfeet.Theyinteakehimtothenearbybarthaten24hoursaday.