I sigh. I can feel pain in my twisted ankle. A few months back I had broken it and was forced to hide for an entire month before it healed. Every once in a while I'll step on it wrong and bring back the old pain. Now is one of those times. I must have stepped wrong on the roller coaster. I gulp and study it carefully to be sure that it didn't break again. Or fracture. I glance up at my companion and then check my weapon for my ammo. I pick up a bigger gun that could likely be better than a hand gun.