Red and small I burn if you fan me you see me grow before your eyes. I can be brushed away after the flames glow. I have no flame, but I still carry the burn. What am I?

What you do with the seat belts in your car. I'm also a way to tell someone that you're tying your shoelaces. In America, my first four letters are worth a dollar.

First is passed from a good meal, or bad, but hopefully it passes in peace, without a smell. Second is a place for turning, sometimes for grinding, often for more. Put together, I am a foe to an imaginative knight, whose dreams led to battles falsely fought.

You probably have twenty but a hardware store has many more.

Emergency room. Difficult extraction. Any bright ideas on getting this out?