Not me.  

  While riding a horse next to the river behind our house we had a surprise confrontation with a motor bike type vehicle.  

  There I lay, with a broken vertebrae in my neck, a broken nose and holding my breath to see if my lungs would fill up again or if they were punctured...  

  I wasn't wearing guns... no rifle at hand... and my words were, "I'm going to the hospital."  

  What a wimp!  

  Now I've been released and am under two weeks of "house arrest" as I call it, before more x-rays and whatever.  

  So I've been reading the stack of L`Amour westerns I hadn't gotten to.  

  I love these stories. Don't get me wrong!  

  But in the position I'm in right now, I do have to chuckle a bit!  

  For example, read this sample also from The Sackett Brand with William Tell Sackett as he watched a woman ride the trail below his hideout... "thunder crashed and the rider's horse bolted... I found her and sure enough she had fallen or been thrown from the saddle. " ... I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder and heaved her aboard my own horse. Holding her on the saddle in front of me I returned to the overhang and my fire."  

  (Although the ambulance ride I had was uncomfortable I wouldn't have traded for this!)  

  "When I put her down beside the fire she opened a pair of the deepest blackest eyes I had ever seen, and she said, "Thank you, Mr. Sackett..."  

  The only thing I had in common with the lady in the story was that I also "had the deepest, blackest eyes I had ever seen!".