Wyatt's brow furrowed, head pulling back a fraction in surprise.

"Ya know, I ain't never given' it much thought." He tipped his head, doing the math. "...Would depend on the shield, I 'spose. Some'a the indians had one's made from skins - those never held up much. An' I can tell ya now that bullets can get through wood."

It hadn't protected Dora.