Samuel had been sewing a man's arm closed. He was a tough one, that was for sure, or he was in shock. At this point Samuel was seeing more and more men with blank eyes these days. Sometimes gossip would go around that the men tried to strangle their wivesat night after a nightmare, or they'd start screaming and crying. Sometimes they just didn't respond at all. He snipped the thread and gave the man a weary smile. "Remember to keep it clean and you'll get to keep your arm." He warned. He was about to move onto his next patient, a man with a severely swollen arm that looked like it possibly might end in amputation but yelling caught his attention. 

"Damn!" He muttered, leaving the injured men to go save whoever that was that hehad saved earlier. Keziah would kill him if he let this man get shot (again.) Samuel jogged over, putting his hand on the man with the gun. "Easy there. He's a friend from up north. Stole some dead man's clothes." He hoped the lie was convincing enough. If not then the usually gentle and mild manner doctor could be rather.,.persuasive. Or he could let his sister deal with them. They wouldn't know what to think of the five foot nothing Keziah as she berated them. 

"There you are!" Speak of the devil...

Keziah came walking quickly towards them, skirts bunched up slightly in her hands so she wouldn't trip over them. She could ignore the blood and groans of the dying. The sight was horrific but so was watching a young mother bleed to death while she cried for her baby. Her green eyes were narrowed and focused on the man. "I told you to stay put!" Samuel was amazed that the gun didn't phase his sister nor the looks some men were giving her. Her little frilly white cap was gone and her braid hung freely down her back. Clearly she had taken it off and tossed it the moment she found the man missing. 

"Get back inside, sister." Samuel said, using a harsh tone. No doubt these men would either laugh or ignore her but they couldn't ignore Samuel. He was tall foe the times, standing around 6'2". 

Keziah ignored him and looked towards the gun aimed at William. "Sir, if you would be so kind as to stop aiming the gun at our dear friend William, I will help patch your men and provide supper. We have more than enough stew to go around..." The promise of food was usually what she used when these skirmishes got too close to her home, and it was the least she could do to aid the cause. Some women knitted socks for soldiers, some became spies oreven dressed as soldiers themselves (or so the rumors went), but she cooked for them. 

Her brother was confused. When did she catch the man's name? Samuel sighed softly at her proposition. He didn't want the soldiers getting the wrong impression here. Keziah might have been on the plain side but she was still a woman, and some of these men could try to force themselves on her.