With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys leaving an ugly wound.
You just have to trust your instincts and hope that if someone doesn't like your idea you can prove them wrong in the final process. In the end you can please some of the people some of the time but that's about all you can do.
