"Out there. And close the damn door! It's cold in here!"She checked my back and ass out and then shot me one of her smirks, the same expression that a...ways makes me want to kick her ass. The door closed, and I finished my shower. When I came out, Eileen was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, looking at my gunbelt. I laughingly called it my 'bat utility' belt after the comicstrip Batman. It had my Ruger P-85 9mm semiauto duty pistol, two extra fifteen-round magazines, two pairs of handcuffs, a. Paula then handed Gwen the necessary pads and gauze to rewrap the wound."That's a nasty injury. I can only guess how it looked when Gwen first tried to stop the bleeding after you were shot. It looks to be healing okay and the blood was from the tissue and not the artery. That's a good thing. Gwen, you did an excellent job. You'll make a very good doctor. Now let's work on that shoulder."Twenty minutes later, Gwen put the finishing touches on Steve's shoulder bandage and turned to her mother.. I waited to see if she’d eventually say something. My brain running through all the people I knew that knew her as well. Only one name came to mind but I knew I couldn’t call him.Finally, I couldn’t stand the silence anymore. I stood up and headed for my bedroom, returning with a t-shirt and a pair of my football shorts. For the Americans reading this, I mean football shorts not American football shorts.I offered them too her. She took them and put them down on the sofa next to her but made no. Guaranteed to suit the purposes of a bandit gang.Too pretty to pass up.I strung a rope between two trees, secured the horses, made up two very convincing pallets on either side of the fire and moved us to the woods.“How do you plan on taking intruders?” Timm asked.“Dead,” I said. “We’ll give ‘em first strike and take ‘em.”“We have several bows,” she said. “I took them out of the discard pile.”“I’m not so pretty awful good with a bow.”“I figured. Leave ‘em to me.”“What ever happened to the.