Blood... And a lot of it. They must have thought he was dead, or that he was going to die out here, or they just didn't care what happened to him after he hit the ground; either way, what he knew was that he felt like he should've been dead.

The creature that woke him kept prodding at him, the breath from its strong lungs rustling his hat, "Mmm... stop that" he said weakly, trying not to move. The thing kept prodding, and he kept not moving, it pressed its head up against him in a way that made him roll over on the dirt.

"Guh, dumb horse." The horse continued to make itself an obstacle until he finally relented, slowly sitting up and looking it in the eyes "What's your name, huh?" The horse, as a matter of fact, didn't speak English. "Fine, I'll just call ya dumb horse, that's what you are after all"

He made his first attempt in an untold amount of time at standing, he failed. A cough followed, no more blood though, the shots must not have hit anything important, good. He made a second attempt to stand, with more help from the dumb horse than he would have liked to admit.

Now that he was standing, he got a better look at what had woke him, it was a large, strong breed, clearly domesticated, but without a saddle. "You must have run off from a ranch somewhere, damn shame for the rancher... And me" He put his hand on his new companion, patting it on the head, then started to slowly walk in no particular direction. "C'mon dumb horse, let's go find where my money went."