..I really tried to let them know I was fine...It was... ... all black.Sirens.Blood???Apparently, lots of blood.Whose blood?I didn't know.All at once ... opened my eyes and everything swam into focus.People peered down at me. I was on the floor of strange room, filled with strangers."You finally decided to show up, but just HAD to make an entrance, huh??" Hello, Joseph. I'm pleased to see you, too." At least my sense of humor was still intact.When I turned my head I saw what had to be my hosts. I. An hour or so later I have to piss. I go to piss on the other side of a tree. There are hard pointy rocks and piles of twigs with thorns. It's hard to walk. They hurt my feet. There is nowhere really to pee. So I just stepped back to the other side of the tree. I pee on the piles of twigs and rocks.I'm hungry as hell. I didn't eat breakfast before I came. There's nothing I can do, but eat the damn slop. I get down and start eating it. I am eating it with my hands sitting Indian style next to. Linda rubbed some Vaseline on it and very tenderly pushed it up into me. She felt the resistance when it reached the wide portion so she paused a moment, then increased the pressure until it popped into me. I grunted as my ass closed around the base.Heather told me to get up, which I did, holding my gut for a moment. After my bowels settled down, I offered to make them all breakfast. Linda replied that that sounded delightful.I served them both breakfast and Linda reached over to rub her hand. When I asked, he said that he used thick bull hide for the insides of the holsters. He shaped the holster by soaking the hide in water and forming it to his own Peacemaker. When I slipped my Colt into the holster, it went in and came out smooth as silk. I paid Joaquin and thanked him profusely, then kissed Anna on the cheek and flew out of the bootmaker’s shop, headed for the gunsmiths. I had about the finest two gun rig around; the problem was I only had one pistol.The gunsmith recognized me.