It tumbled me off my hoss.

I rolled away and tried to get to my gun that had fallen on the ground.

He shot me ag'in through the leg and stopped me.
"Then he got off his hoss and fixed up the wounds.

He done a good job, as you seen.

'Bill' says he, 'you ain't dead; you're worse'n dead.
That right arm of yours is going to be stiff the rest of your days.
You're a one-armed man from now on, and that one arm is the worst you got.' "That was why he sent me home alive.