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He sleeps well enough, curled on his side (after he manages to fall asleep, of course, nerves in his belly twisting at him for a while after the drink and conversation) and wakes with the first sounds of someone moving around the bunkhouse.
It's Jim.
Doc gives the older hand a few minutes of head start before he hauls himself out of bed and begins getting ready for the day. He notices that Jim, and the rest of the boys, all wear their guns, so once he's dressed himself, he settles his at his hip.
It's not dawn, yet, not by a longshot, when he makes his way over to the stables and barn in order to check on his horse - and see if Jim wants a hand in getting things taken care of. Might as well offer, after all.
"Hey, Jim...don't forget t'mind your hat," he mentions, quietly, as he enters the barn. His own is hanging around his neck by the cord, where he'll keep it out of reach of the horse as best he can. "You need a hand with anything?"
It's Jim.
Doc gives the older hand a few minutes of head start before he hauls himself out of bed and begins getting ready for the day. He notices that Jim, and the rest of the boys, all wear their guns, so once he's dressed himself, he settles his at his hip.
It's not dawn, yet, not by a longshot, when he makes his way over to the stables and barn in order to check on his horse - and see if Jim wants a hand in getting things taken care of. Might as well offer, after all.
"Hey, Jim...don't forget t'mind your hat," he mentions, quietly, as he enters the barn. His own is hanging around his neck by the cord, where he'll keep it out of reach of the horse as best he can. "You need a hand with anything?"
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Jay makes simple work of the rest of the wound, ties it off and then glances at her.
"Can I get those snips?"
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Her hair is falling from the careful pin job she'd done this morning, loose bangs and curls falling into her eyes. She brushes them away, but they simply fall back again.
"You sure seem to know a lot," she murmurs.
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He carefully pulls the thread and needle taut and then reachs for the small scissors, cutting the excess off with a quiet snip before he sits back slightly.
"Anywhere else that needs attention?"
He knows slave owners. Sometimes the damage isn't limited to the face.
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"You ever seen an outlaw?"
Until, of course, it doesn't.
>.>
Joseph slowly shakes his head. "No, sir. Don't reckon there is, no more."
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Jay nods once, carefully, taking one last look at the cut and stitching. He's content with what he's done, though he wishes he could do more. He reaches for the kit to wipe the needle clean and put everything back in his place.
"Swelling will hold a day or two, but the thread should keep tight 'til that heals a bit."
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"Thank you, sir. Honest. Thank you so much," Joseph says, with a great deal of gratitude in his tired voice.
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He means it. Nevermind that he hasn't even eaten yet himself (he fully expects to find something to pick at once most everyone else has cleared out) but his focus is on Joseph.
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He's standing in the doorway, arms crossed. Lord only knows how long he's been there.
"You go take care of yourself, son. It's been a long day."
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Then he nods at both Joseph, and Katherine. "Thank you for helpin' me, Miss Barlow," he adds quietly, before he rises and excuses himself. He heads to wash his hands clean and then get himself some dinner from the kitchen, quietly.
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As he moves past Samuel on his way out, the older man holds his gaze steady and serious, jaw clenching and unclenching soundlessly before he closes his eyes and nods once, firmly, in a man's show of both gratitude and apology. Jay knows what for.
And as Jay takes care of himself, Samuel Barlow will watch out for his guest, and his daughter.
He won't sleep much, tonight.