A very good fiend, Heather, was a veterinary technician at one of our local clinics that I was using for veterinary care of the cattle, horses and dogs at my Willow Bow Ranch. She was very good at her job and we became good friends.
Once decades ago I cut myself, as knifemakers often do. The cut was on my right hand and while I usually could sew myself up, I was pretty poor doing it left-handed. As usual it was on a weekend, the local M.D.s were not at their offices and the area hospital charged $75 a stitch. I called Heather, who was not on duty at the time, and asked if she could help me stitch up my hand. (The cut was much larger than my usual Super Glue bandage could handle.) I had all the stuff needed for such a wound and
