`` let 's get our clothes on , '' he pulled me up off of the ground . letting the engine idle , ken watched the entrance to the drugstore . he reached out and ran a finger down her cheek . `` thanks , '' i said finally , pulling back just far enough that i could say the words to his face . four stitches and an ugly , white scar , was the result of his mornings run in . he had been accused of making bad medicine that caused the destruction of the yellow leaf village . 