Monday, November 07, 2005

I was shot in the breast and I know I must die.

We've already gone over the "CSI" business. Oddly, the narrator has no idea that the cowboy was there until he hears the man speak. As no gunshot was heard, one imagines that he has been bleeding there for a while. Nobody can haul the man to a doctor. He must have been deemed a hopeless case. Such is the reality of Wild West medicine.
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