All I could think about was needing a breeze. Spray it on, real light, then spend the night naked with your legs open for the air. The air will cure anything if you leave a wound open long enough. Everyone nodded in agreement, except Jim. He spoke up once more.
Air is good.
But I've found the perfect cure, after I gave up on alcohol. I wheeled and listened sharply. LeRoy has a big square can in there. It is green, with little roses all over it. The name on it is BAG BALM, and it is a salve LeRoy puts on chafed teats.