The bullet had hit him through his hand and through his abdomen. He had just gotten off the horse. We applied pressure on the wound within seconds. We got in the truck and within 45 seconds of getting in the truck I called 911. Gus's head was in Barbara's arm here, his body was across and his legs were across Shanda's lap.
Any wound is a bad wound with a firearm.
They're not made to wound they're made to kill animals of all sizes. Shanda pulled his boots off. He asked Shanda to hold his legs. He was coherent all the way down almost until he got into the ambulance. He was calm he didn't cry.