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"You said your ranch was just out of the city?" The priest considered. "Which side? Do you know where you had come to? Even if i agree for you to move, you wouldn't be fit for the journey - with constant care on the way nonetheless - until at least 2 months later. You could try, but I bet you couldn't even get through the first mile." The priest said. "I am not lying, I am not able to lie in front of god's eyes. Hwo about I ask for them to deliver a letter to your sister so she could come to take care of you?" He offered as an alternative. His hands were working diligently while he talked, dabbing the area with disinfectant. There wasn't much to do, this wound wouldn't require any stitches and he merely repeated what he did with his abdominal wound, minus the stitching.