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[Delmonico]

<Authors Note: Good thing the sheepherder wrote was was under that, he might forget.>

[Trinity]

Trinity gets up, staggers around in a circle three times and finally realizes where he is.  He looks out on the river and sees the carousel coming toward him.  With a gleeful look, he waits until it floats to the bank where he boards.  He is just about to mount the green horse again when he realizes that he has been shot. 

While the wounds are minor, Trinity behaves as if he is on his deathbed.  When the carousel reaches the ranch side of the river, Trinity crawls, gasping for air to the porch steps in the hopes that someone will come care for him.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico comes out odf the workshop, his 10X Stetson Boss of the Plains hat is now completly covered in tin foil and the foil comes to a peak above the crown.   

Delmonico steps over Trinity on his way to the kitchen to cook supper.

[Trinity]

Trinity hoarsely gasps: "But, But...."

[Delmonico]

Delmonico takes out a big plate of fried summer squash, "here, best thing in the world for healin' buckshot wounds>  Eat it all up."

[Ozark Tracker]

monkey grabs a hand ful of the summer squash and rubs it over the buckshot holes, filling them and stopping the bleeding,  unaware that Del had aready salted them for Trinity.

[Trinity]

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Trinity jumps up and runs around the yard like a headless chicken.  Then he sees the squash and vomits.

[Delmonico]

"Since yer runnin' round like that, the wounds mut not be fatal or even dangerous."  Delmonico grabs a pair of zircon encrusted tweezers (a gift from a Montana Rancher friend.) and pulls our three buckshot.  He sees the S brand of Slim on them, "Hey, this is some of Slim's Monogramed Buckshot, Slim has done shot you."

[Trinity]

"It was Sleeeum what done it?  What fer did he shoot me?"    Trinity asks broken heartedly.

[Ozark Tracker]

maybe it were an accidental woundin,

[Ozark Tracker]

authors note: (or maybe cause ya didn't help him with that burned out  HO  in the other thread)

[Delmonico]

Delmonico puts the buckshot in his safe, "More'n likely he was tryin' ta get ya, maybe you should ride to Dunning and get the sherriff.  I'll keep the evedence safe."

[Trinity]

"Ah don' really wanna, but if'n he was trahin' ta hurt me he might do it agin."

[Delmonico]

"Go ahead and saddle Reuben, he'll get you there to get the sherriff.  That slim is an evil one, he just trys to hide it."

[Trinity]

Reluctantly Trinity saddles Reuben.  Not thinking, he mounts the mule and immediately is in pain from his wounds.  Reuben, unsure of Trinity and his squirming movements begins to buck as if he were under attack.  All over the yard the mule jumps and runs all the while loudly Hee-Hawing.  Trinity didn't make the eight seconds.  He almost made eight seconds flight time, though, before landing face first in Delmonico's ash pit.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico makes a Travois and ties Trinity face down on it.   He points to dunning and slap Reuben on his half-ass.  (Mules is only half ass)

[Delmonico]

Delmonico wonders if he got Trinity's face high enough to not rub in the cacti and if he got him far enough down from the hole under Reuben's tail.

[Ozark Tracker]

I wouldn't worry none about the hole,  he's turned face down, it'll just hit him in the back of the head and keep his neck from getting sunburned.

[Trinity]

From off in the distance a howl can be heard.  No not wolves, but the sound of a man in agony... as if his face had been dragged through cacti.

[Ozark Tracker]

I notice you use the singular (cacti)  I take it you ain't hit a big bunch yet