Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160101233053/@comment-5543592-20160107222952

Tanner looked around frantically what she was supposed to do.

"Bind the wound, son." The Boss instructed from his side of the fence. "And keep it clean.  An infection'll do 'er in."

"I don't have anything to wrap it with!" Tanner complained.

The Boss shrugged. "She's got an undershirt.  Tear off a strip."

Tanner reached down, hesitated, blushed at the thought of messing with a woman's clothes, before doing as the Boss had said, ripping free a large piece of cloth from the shirt's shoulder. He went about expertly wrapping that around her arm, until it was tight, and then tied it off so that it wouldn't loosen. He had to hope the bruise didn't belay more internal bleeding.

"Uh..." Tanner began. "How're we going to get her over the fence?"