The poor guy hit the ground, rolled over the edge of a cliff, and fell twenty feet onto another little ledge, which saved his life. If the little ledge hadn’t have been there the man would have fell down off that mountain…for a while!
Well, he struggled back up that twenty feet or so to the top of the mountain, gets astride his horse once more, and sets off down the mountain. The only problem is that when falling, once he landed he broke one of his arms…badly. The break was a compound fracture, but it didn’t seem to bother him too awfully bad as he sat off to find some help.
It just so happened there was a Vet about twenty miles or so down the mountain, so that’s where he pointed his horse. He rode down to the Vet’s ole’ shack, knocked on the door, and let himself in.
The Vet asked what he could do for him, the man said that he’d fallen off a cliff and had broken his arm. Well the Vet took one look, saw the bone protruding through the skin, and told him he really needed to ride about twenty more miles down the mountain, where there was a bona fide Doctor.
The ole Mountain man just told him to go ahead and set it. The Vet countered that he had no anesthesia and when resetting the arm, it’d hurt like, well, let’s just say, that it won’t be anywhere near comfortable.
The ole man just told him to go ahead and set the dern thing, and as a matter of fact, he’d only been hurt twice in his whole life!
The Vet pondered this for a minute or two, then thinking to himself that if he did set the arm, by doing so he might enlighten this man, that next time, maybe he ought not be so hard-headed, and he just might listen to a little good sound advice from there on out.
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