She's swelled up some, but I reckon she'll get well in a few days or weeks.
I don't think she's busted much, though at first I thought he'd knocked the knee cap plump off.

There's a cut in above there.

Cork of the shoe must of hit me there." The gravity of her face was her answer.

She could see nothing.
"I reckon you can smell that whiskey," said he, "but I ain't drunk none--it's just on my leg, that's all." "You're not a drinking man ?" she asked.
"Why, yes, of course I am.

All of us people out here drinks more or less when they can git it--this is a dry state.