"Oh." He was absolutely going to make up a really awesome story, later, after the stabbing had been fixed, because it's hard to make something up on the fly when hobbling back into town. "Yeah. See, I was facing down this nasty varmint of a guy, uh, cattle rustler, bank robber, you name it, he's probably done it." Already aiming too high, my friend. "And no one else was taking care of him, so I cornered him, see, and he drew his gun, but I knocked it out of his hands, and we had a scuffle in the dirt, son of a bitch had a knife on him and got me good and escaped off god knows where, and now I'm here. I think I should get a badge of honor. A parade, maybe. Compensation from the local government. For my terrible injury facing down that dastardly asshole."