Hanes and Wildcat

Chapter 3

Her world spun uncontrollably fast around her. She could feel the bump on the back of her head. She felt nauseous. She held her stomach with her good arm and rolled to the left side of the bed and vomited. When she was through she tried to inhale but screamed instead. The pain from her left shoulder wound shot through her body with such force she wished she'd conk out again.

She heard the foot steps stop at the door as it squeaked open. The oriental man stood there with a tall, sandy brown haired man. Corse there were two of each of them.

She removed her hand from her stomach and covered her eyes.

"Can you speak?"

The brown haired man stepped closer to her as she uncovered her eyes and squinted at him.

"What do you want from me? Those men wouldn't let me leave."

Her breathing was somewhat shallow as she spoke.

"They were just trying to keep you from doing something you might regret later."

He sat down on the side of the bed but stood back up when she glared at him.

"Like what? What could I do that I might regret later? You obviously see what my life is. I don't regret anything."

She felt down her hip for her holster, but it had been removed.

" Look we're only trying to help you. Not hurt you."

The man she assumed to be Mr. Cartwright pulled up a chair and sat on it and leaned toward her.

"I never said that I thought you'd hurt me. Just let me go and you never have to worry 'bout me doin' somthin' I might regret later."

Now she felt down her back and into her back of her pants for her Bowie knife. It too had been removed.

"Seeing as how you've disarmed me. What do you plan on doin' with me?"

She stared intently at the man sitting next to her.

"We're going to get you better then let you go, but in the mean time I have some questions for you."

He folded his hands in front of him.

"Questions like what? Why do I wear a gun and ride astride? Because I can and I want to."

She raised her eye brows at the man.

"Well, to start out with. What's your name and why were you getting shot at?"

"Because my, fellow... worker got mad at me for somethin' I did."

She chose her words carefully.

The man nodded his head.

"Alright, how about a name."

She inhaled through her nose and thought for a moment.

"How 'bout you give me your name first."

"That sound fair enough. Ben Cartwright. Now what's your name?"

She inhaled again.

"Hanes, Clip Hanes."

Ben nodded his head again.

"Alright, we're off to a good start. Now who was shooting at you?"

"Like I said, a fellow worker."

"Like a coworker? A friend of yours?"

Ben turned to watch the oriental man leave the room.

"No."

"What did you do to make this person want to kill you?"

The oriental man came back this time with a tray with a bowl and towel on it.

"I took somethin' from her."

She looked up at the ceiling then closed her eyes as it started to spin around on her.

"What did you take from her?"

The chair Ben was sitting on creaked as he moved.

"Nothin' important."

She felt the corner of her shirt being lifted up. She quickly sat up grabbed the oriental man by the neck once again , he dropped both the corner of her shirt and the wet cloth he held in his hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying to clean wound and redress it."

He held both hands in the air in surrender.

"Don't touch me again. Unless you have a death wish and an appointment with the devil."

She shoved the oriental man back against the wall ,then she laid back and looked back at Ben Cartwright.

"Just let me go. I can take perfect care of myself without your help."

"What if your "fellow worker" tries to kill you again?"

He crossed his arms across his chest as he sniffed the air.

"What's that smell?"

He looked at her with his face full of confusion.

"Look at your feet."

Clip closed her eyes and turned away from both men as Ben quickly stood.

"HopSing clean that up."

Ben pulled his boots off his feet and left the room.

"You strange woman. I help wound heal. You die without help."

He quickly mopped at the floor.

"I'll be completely fine without your help."

She spat at the oriental as he scurried out of the room.