"Okay." Matt knelt down and tried Thurlow's pulse. It was still steady. "Nothing we can do for him at the moment but let him rest. Let's see your arm."
"Okay, but take it easy. Ouch!" j
"Sorry. I'm afraid I'll have to hurt you; I've never actually set a bone before."
"I have," said Tex, "out on the range. Here you go, Oz old boy-lie down on your back. And relax-it's going to hurt."
"Okay. Only I thought that down in Texas you just shot "me." Oscar managed to smile.
"Just for broken legs. Broken arms we usually save. Matt, you whip up a couple of splints. Got a knife?"
"Yep."
"Good thing-I don't have. Better take your blouse off first, Oscar." With help Jensen complied; Tex placed a foot in Oscar's left armpit, grasped his left hand in both of his, and gave a steady tug.
Oscar yelped. "I think that did it," said Tex. "Matt, hurry up with those splints."
"Coming." Matt had found a clump of grass, twelve to fifteen feet tall and superficially similar to Earth-side bamboo. He cut about a dozen lengths as thick as his little finger and around fifteen inches long, brought them back and gave them to Tex. "Will these do?"