He reached in and rubbed the grease vigorously with the palm of his hand, giving particular attention to the surface over the bronchial tubes.

When he was satisfied that Cash's skin could absorb no more, he turned him unceremoniously on his face and repeated his ministrations upon Cash's shoulders.

Then he rolled him back, buttoned his shirts for him, and tramped heavily back to the table.
"I don't mind seeing a man play the mule when he's well," he grumbled, "but he's got a right to call it a day when he gits down sick.

I ain't going to be bothered burying no corpses, in weather like this.

I'll tell the world I ain't!" He went searching on all the shelves for something more that he could give Cash.