...but then I called the cavalry and a war ensued and an arrow went right thru my shoulder and scalps were flying all over the place and I had to pry a man's hand open with a hatchet in order to retrieve my Tony Bose knife and luckily my horse came when I whistled and then I rode into the sunset dripping blood and sweat.

Well, these guys did like my knife very much, especially how sharp it is, and they know a thing or two about knives.