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Ruth snarled, "Any more training from you and she will be dead. Help Zeb get her down and lay her out on the bed and go get my sewing kit." Trish was limp as they put her on the bed and manacled her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. I was amazed to see the salt and alum had worked. Now only the worst gashes continued too ooze blood.
Zeke ran off and returned with a wicker sewing basket. Ruth reached in to bring out a curved upholstery needle which she threaded. She went to Trish and began sewing up her wounds. Trish must have been in so much pain anyway she hardly seeemed to notice the needle going through her skin in tiny stitches.