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The man kept breathing, so Lonesome Dove thought she was doing at least something right. She kept leaving and coming back, leaving and coming back, using the barely there knowledge she kept to make vague guesses to what she could find to help.

She knew spiderwebs though. After she was done with the poultice part, she managed to find a few, sans the spiders of course (she ate those), to wrap the wounds she could see. Of course, there was always the worry of things she could not see, but she would have to wait for her patient to wake up for that. And he better, she thought. She was treating the guy, perhaps for her own self gain. He might know where her siblings were and how she could find them. That’s what kept her coming back.

If he died, it would be back to square one and she’d have to eat his liver as a consequence.

Eventually, she had turned the man into a mummy of cobwebs, and she sat back to admire her handiwork. Her eyes turned to the swamp, then back to the man, then to a piece of dry land.

He needed to be dry, she supposed, so she did as best she could to push, shove, pull, yank him over onto the dry land.

Then, she settled on her stomach, legs pulled beneath her and eyes wide and watchful, and she waited for him to come alive. Like Frankenstein watching over his monster.