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Rusty bent over us and watched for a while. Then he took off his own
shirt, folded it, knelt on the other side of Slim and worked on her
other cuts.

"Applying pressure should make the bleeding stop," I explained.

"I know that," Rusty said. "You weren't the only Boy Scout around
here."

"The only one with a first aid merit badge."

C'Screw you."

"Two Boy Scouts," Slim said, "and no first aid kit. Very prepared."
"We used to be Scouts," Rusty explained. "Used to be prepared."

"Next time," I said, we'll make sure and bring some bandages along."

"The hell with that," said Slim. "Bring guns."

Rusty and I laughed at that one.

After about five minutes, most of the bleeding seemed to be over. We
kept pressing down on the cuts for a while, anyway.

Then Rusty looked at me and asked, "You were kidding when you said that
about going for a doctor, right?"

"What do you think?" I said.

"Just wanted to make sure. I mean, I figured you must be kidding, you
know? "Cause I would've done it if I had to. I mean, if Slim really
had to have a doctor. Like if it was life or death, I would've jumped
on down and done it, dog or no dog."

It seemed like a strange thing for him to say. Strange and sort of
nice. Slim said, "Thanks, Rusty."

"Yeah, well. It's just the truth, that's all. I mean, I'd do anything
for you. For either of you."

"If you wanta do something for me," I said, "how about once in a while
using underarm deodorant?"

Slim laughed and winced.

"Screw you, man! If anybody stinks around here, it's you." "Nobody
stinks," said Slim, the peacekeeper.