Chalk's revolver had already raised to point directly at the cowboy's chest by the time he had started speaking, but he hadn't said a word in reply 'till the guy was done. "Careful, friend. People are jumpy out here. Not the smartest thing to do, getting close like that." He rumbles, his revolver sliding back into its holster. "Lucky for you, we're not the jumpiest. Now, what's this, you say? Your friend got shot?" His eyes go to the others in the group for judgement. "Anybody here know anything 'bout meds? Can't say I do."