I woke up on a bed.
“Just lay back,” said a woman in white. “You’ve had some nasty gun shot wounds but you are fine. Just lay back.”
I felt darkness take me, washing back over me after that old redneck did what he did. I made him pay for it, that’s for sure. Made him pay.
I could see the ceiling far overhead, lights that might have been stars on the white ceiling. Is that salt I smell? It’s getting so dark.
“Shhhhh,” came the voice of the woman again, but I was not able to move my arms or my legs, and there was some intense pain in my stomach where farmer joe shot me.
“You did good, soldier,” said a firm voice in my ear, a man’s voice, a voice full of gravel. “We’ll talk when you get well. Until then take a breather.”
I felt the world slip away from me then, and I could see the shape in the darkness of someone standing over me, his slender face grinning, his wild dark hair billowing in a wind that was not there, and I realized that he was…