Samuel should have been doing this operation in a chair rather than a table but with the man in his current state, screaming and kicking his legs, sitting in a chair would be impossible. Keziah handed him the amputation knife once a large strip of cloth was tied around his arm just below a tightly wrapped leather belt. The leather belt was acting as a tourniquet, cutting as much blood suppky off as possible, and the strip of cloth was a guide for Samuel's knife. The amputation knife was quite beautiful if one could look past it's use; thirteen inches long with a slihtly backwards curving blade that could flow with the shapes of the body easier than a straight bladed knife.

He made the initial cut an inch or two above the elbow and once he'd cut through enough muscle and skin, he forced the knife between the skin and muscle, essentially skinning the man. This flap of skin was then rolled back out of the way. Keziah had grabbed a few little instruments that looked like a small hook, some thread and a few large needles. They were within arms reach and once Samuel had cut through the muscle she helped steady the wounded man's arm as her brother began sawing through the bone with an equally beautiful bone saw. 

Once the arm was discarded onto the floor beneath the table, Keziah grabbed the needle and thread as her brother loosened the tourniquet and blood started to come from the severed artierues and veins. She quickly worked at sewing the vessels closed, using the small hook to push bits of his meat away so she could see clearly. Samuel didn't object to his sister helping in this manner. Her eyes were better than his and years orpf learning to sew had given her an edge that he didn't have. Once the vessels were tied off and the skin was moved back into place and sewn closed by Keziah (in a manner that should the man bleed again they could easily take the stitches out). A pledget was applied and the stump dressed. They left the man on the table, hoping he'd make it to the morning. If he did they could move him then. 

Samuel said nothing as he asked his hands in the basin. His sister was staring at the bandaged stump with a worried look. The other men just looked tired. "Supper should be ready soon. You gentlemen are welcome to stay." She offered. Keziah washed her hands after her brother, trying to get his blood from under her nails. 

"Thank you for your help." Samuel said to William. The man didn't have to help them. "You are welcome to stay with my wife and I tonight. Our home is a short journey away." They'd only been visiting Keziah when the skirmish had happened. He really didn't want a strange man staying here with his sister. His wife slept next to him so he'd know this man wouldn't do anything to her. 

Keziah listened quietly to her brother speak to William, but her attention was on the man who was now missing an arm. The other men had since left in orderto deliver the good news.