 The bullets. How about it, Doc? Will I live? You're lucky, Oliver. When they finally get around to hanging you, the rope will probably break. I'm bandaging the wound. Now, if you stay in one place, you'll be all right. I can't ride. Ride? Listen, Oliver, if you're so much as sit up in the next couple of days, you'll start hemorrhaging. You'll bleed to death, you understand? Sure, sure. Thanks, Doc. You saved my life.