How's everything ?" Sim looked down at his bandaged leg with a gesture.
"How come that ?" "One of them damn broncs cut me with his forefoot when I was unhitching.

Did you git track of them anywhere?
They run off." "They're hanging around here," said Wid indifferently.

He bent over the wounded member.

"So struck you with his front hoof?
That's a bad leg, Sim.

It's getting black; and here's some red streaks." "I'm some scared about it," said Sim.