Fieldy nodded to Robert. "Yes. Fieldy is gonna kill someone. That's if the bullet wound in his leg doesn't kill him first." Fieldy checked his car. "He twisted the bumper, but I can fix that. I don't know what I can do about this grill though. She still runs at least." Fieldy said, running his hand along the car. I'll drive it home. I'll have to be going into town anyways." Fieldy climbed into his car "It's okay, daddy's here now..." he said, patting the dashboard. "I'll assume you've got things locked up here." Fieldy nodded to the group. "By the way, I never got a name from you, kid." he asked the stranger.