WHen Catori returned she smiled. "Nothing to be sorry about." she said sitting the bowl beside him. "Now You can try to clean yourself while Buddy goes to check on Lily and I go downstairs for a a little while...or."
Buddy stopped her. "I'm sure he can managed."
Catori busted out laughing. "I was going to say or you could help him." she said playfully nudging uddy in the ribs.
"Lily is here!? Thank God, i thought she was killed with the others. But this is nonsence. The bullet went straight through. All i have to do is stop the bleeding." He went to sit up but fell back on the cot. Greg let out a painful chuckle. "Could you had me the cleaning stuff, and sewing kit before you go though? I can't seem to reach it."
((And DR, we were all obligated to contract with Cavendish because Buddy needed quick-cash up front in order to secure a room, all this happened while you were chatting with Cavendish, so Luis's obligation was inferred by being there... the official contract signing won't be for a few 'days', but we were each offered a $25 start-up incentive to sign on, so either you took the money and are obligated, or refused the money and are probably on the CUE $hit list (AGAIN!)) 😄 )
Buddy handed Greg the cleaning and medical supplies that were available, but sparse. He helped tend the man's wounds, but was anxious to get after Catori.
"Go after her..." Greg smiled, cringing as he washed and bandaged his bleeding belly.
Buddy nodded and smiled. "You're right, I should catch up to her... Before trouble finds her!"
Buddy left the room and strolled to the lobby, glancing into the parlor as he passed. "There you are..." he beamed, seeing his beautiful flower sitting pretty in the parlor. He moved to her and took her hands in his, smiling down on her brightly.
"Greg is fine, Beautiful. It's YOU I'm worried about! You're not over your fever, I see it in your face, even now, when you try to hide it." Buddy knelt in front of her, holding her hand to his cheek, then to his lips, kissing her softly. "You should be upstairs, resting... there's so much I want---"
Buddy's speech was cut-off by the hotel front door crashing open, and a hoard of blue-bandanna wearing hooligans swarming in. "We need rooms! and send up some food and a few of your finest female companions this little hole has to offer!"
It wasn't so much a suggestion as a demand and order, made behind the barrels of many various guns, pistols, shotguns and rifles, held by the bandits. The hotel manager and staff moved quickly to serve the needs of the 10 or 12 men at the desk, putting them up in a series of rooms on the ground floor and second story.
"There's a new Sheriff in town, boys and girls! Name's Wolf Raines! And we be his deputies! So, no funny business or you'll be pistol-whipped, jailed, hanged, or shot! HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!"
Greg cleaned and closed his wounds. He pushed through the pain and sat up in his bed. He quickly strapped his guns on, and light a cigarette. He walked down the hall, making his way toward the lobby when he saw several men coming down the hall way, being directed by a very scared hotel attendent. He slipped into a room and waited for them to past, then continued on his painful walk to the lobby. He found Catori and Buddy. "What the hell is this?"
Buddy nodded, frowning. "They are banditos, dear... I think they think they can do whatever they want..." he took a big deep breath and looked at Greg, all hunched over and aching, holding his stomach like if he let go, all his innards would fall out.
"Remember all those times you told me you got my back, ol' buddy?" Buddy reminded Greg. "Well, this might be another one of those there times..." he had that crazy look in his eye again, as the wheels of hi mind began to spin...