"How's he doing?" Henry asked as he stepped through the door. "Fine, I guess."
"Uh, Henry."
"What do you want, Khezia. We're thinking of a way to help Hawk."
"That's just it. My mother is Cheyenne. She knows all the ways to heal snake bites and she taught me."
"You aren't doing any mumbo-jumbo on me. I refuse to let that doctor impersonating woman touch me"
"Hawkeye, listen to me. It isn't mumbo-jumbo. I can prove it, look." She raised the sleeve on her left arm to show two small circular scars. "No anti-venom was used. Just plain old Indian medicine. Please. Besides what have ya got to loose. If I don't help you, you croak. If I do and it don't work, you croak."
"Pierce, I am giving you an order, let her help you!" Henry frowned at the very sweaty Hawkeye. He nodded his consent to obey the order.
Khezia wasted no time in removing her jacket and pulling a large knife out of her bag. "In case of emergencies." She smiled at everyone's wide eyes. "Klinger, Radar, you two are my errand boys. Klinger, I want two candles, two metal spoons, two small tin bowls, and some meat tenderizer. Radar, I want as much brandy you can get me and a bottle of the strongest alcohol you can get. Bandages and some peroxide. Go!" she ordered. Khezia took the knife and laid the blade in the burning stove.
"Now what?" Trapper asked as he felt Hawkeye's forehead.
"We wait until we get the stuff." She replied and inspected the bites.
Klinger and Radar came running in at the same time. "Great, if you have a weak stomach leave." Both left. "Henry, Trapper I am gonna need your help." They both nodded. "Ok, Trapper, put the candles in one of the tin bowls and melt them. Henry, heat the brandy in the other bowl. Don't fill it up all the way, though." Khezia grabbed the bottle of whisky that Radar had brought in and poured it in to a glass. She then lifted Hawkeye's head and made him drink the whole thing.
"Trapper, while you are waiting for the candles to melt, make him drink the whole bottle please. That way he won't feel all the pain." At that moment Frank and Margaret walked in the door.
"What is going on here?"
"We'll explain later." Henry replied as he watched the brandy.
"Henry, is it hot yet?"
"Yes."
"Good, move." She pushed him away and grabbed the meat tenderizer. She sprinkled a whole spoon full into the brandy. Then she poured a few drops of peroxide into the mix. Khezia mixed that all together while adding more and more meat tenderizer until it was thick putty. "Perfect. Candles done yet?"
"Yup."
"Hey, Major, my knife is in the fire there, could you please hand it to me." She looked at Burns hopefully but he just turned and walked out of the door. "Hm." She murmured to herself before picking up the knife. "Trapper, Henry, I want you to hold him down. I have to cut the wounds open." As the men held Hawk to the bed Khezia took the red hot knife and slit the puncture open until it was one wide infected cut. "Now, hand me the brandy mix." She took the bowl from Trapper and grabbed one of the spoons. "Henry, come here with the wax." Khezia took a tiny bit of the putty and put in the wound. Then she took a spoonful of wax and poured it on his leg. Hawkeye sucked in air but didn't move his leg. She added a little more until there was a large wax seal on the wound. The wax soon dried and she bandaged it up. "There, that should work. Now, he shouldn't use that leg for three days. If we have any wounded we're gonna have to handle it with out him. The only time he is allowed to get up is to go to the latrine. Have Radar get him a pair of crutches for that."
"I have a question."
"Shoot, Trapper."
"When do you take the wax off?"
"In three days."
"Got it." Khezia knelt down beside her cot and put her knife back into her foot locker. "Hey, Tyler."
"Hm?" she turned around and saw Trapper standing by the door.
"You did good." He smiled. Khezia nodded and sat down on her cot to read a book.