Joey nodded, picking up the sticks and easily starting a fire. He had a tinderbox, but he always enjoyed starting fires like the natives did. He cast a concerned look at Andrew. "You alright? Them wounds still hurting ya?" He smiled slightly as he stood and walked closer to the young man. "Please let me take a looksie." He lifted up part of the bandages and winced at the blood and angry red skin. "Looks like an infection."

He suddenly felt mad. Angry at the sonsofbitches that had done this to him. "No more. I'll do the rest. You go lie down. I got a bedroll tied to Night you can have. Lie on your stomach and I can treat them wounds. Don't want you to get sick." He stared hard at Andrew, daring the native to argue. "I ain't joking, boy. You listen to me now or I will leave you here with your horse."