"Yes, I will take a look at them." Joey put his bowl to aside and motioned for Andy to lie on his stomach. As he did so, the white horse came immediately to the man's side. "Your horse seems to be concerned about you. I wish Night was this loving..." He threw a glance over at his horse, which was casually drinking from the water. "He's loyal, a great horse, don't get me wrong."

He slowly unwrapped the bandages and peered at Andrew's wounds, sighing in relief. They were healing nicely and the one that looked infected yesterday wasn't swollen and red any longer. "They are good," he said, his relief in his tone. "Not infected. the stitches are holding together nicely too. Does it still hurt?" He lightly touched the young man's back, feeling the silky smooth skin that was interrupted by the nasty scars. He quickly moved his hand away and gulped, feeling shaky.