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"Oh good, you're awake."

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                      I slowly pried my tired eyes open. It took me a second to take in my surroundings. I was lying down in a twin bed, in the corner of the room. The room was dim, the only source of light coming from the window to my left. I raised my head higher as my suspicion grew.
                   I turned my head to look at the bedside table. On it, sat my sliver pistol, my jet black cowboy hat, and Jesse's necklace. Wait, Jesse's necklace? They must have searched my...
                   It then dawned on me that I had no shirt on. What in the hell? I did have my pants on, although, there was a gaping hole on the left side, right next to the bandage that was wrapped around my thigh.
                    Slowly and painfully, I managed to prop my back up on the wall. I swung my right leg off the bed. I then carefully and slowly, placed my left leg next to my right. Son of a bitch. He got me good.
                  My focus shifted off of my thigh wound and on to the one in my hip. Well, not that good. A couple more inches to the right, and i'd be a dead man. I brought my arm up to set my hand on the wound. Bad idea. My shoulder hurts like hell too.
                  "Good. You're awake." A gentle voice emerged from the doorway. I looked up at the older woman. She was wearing a simple dress, but a dress that complimented her nonetheless. It was a darker red color, which fit right in with her brown hair and chocolate eyes.
"You seem wary of me. But, my dear child, I assure you I am no danger." She lightly chuckled. I still kept my eyes glued to her. A Cassidy doesn't give trust out easily.
After she took notice that I was not going to reply, she slowly walked towards me. "Oh heavens me, where are my manners? I am Susan McSween. Our good friend John Tunstall asked for my assistance in your recovery. Do not worry, I was the one who dressed your wounds." She walked towards the closet on the other end of the room.
"You seemed the type who doesn't enjoy dresses, so I rode into town yesterday to buy you some clothes that I think you would prefer." She picked up a set of folded up clothes that were lying on a small wooden chair.
"How long have I been out." My voice croaked. "Three days, give or take." Damn. I'm surprised and slightly disappointed that I'm still alive.
"How can I repay you?" She handed the folded set of clothes to me. "I- .. I don't have any money." It's true. I'm broker than shit. I don't have a damned penny.
" Oh darling! The pleasure is all mine. You do not have to give me single cent. Nor one measly minute of your labor. I'm just glad you were found in time."
She spun on her heel and walked towards the door. "Dress for lunch dear. Some of the boys are out and about, so Mr. Tunstall and I will have to accompany you for now." She stopped in the doorway and turned to me. "Don't forget to wash up." She lightly smiled at me before she shut the door.
What kind of shit have I gottin into? I thought as I slowly begun to dress myself. I'm probably way in over my head. I need to contact Colt. If he's even still alive. Dear God, please be alive. Damn you Murphy. Damn you.