Matt dropped his arm and collapsed in exhaustion as Doc and Kitty raced to his side.
"Doc," Matt said wearily. "Is there anyone else."
Doc made his way over to the door, stepping over the top of Sinclair's body and looked out.
"It's all clear," Doc stated as Newly raced up the isle with a gun.
"Where's Festus?" Newly said as the physician looked beyond him at Pinkerton struggling to stand.
"In the back, he took a bullet to the side," Doc said pointing at the lawman. "Help him and I'll see to Festus."
Newly nodded as he turned back to the lawman. "How bad is it?"
"Shoulder," Pinkerton said as Newly helped him into a seat.
"Everything's fine Matt," Doc said returning to the baggage car. He patted the Marshal on the shoulder as he passed. "You can relax."
Matt nodded and collapsed into the pillow with a sigh of relief as Doc kneeled at the hillman's side.
"How you feeling Festus?"
"Hurts Doc," Festus said his voice filled with pain.
"I'm going to take care of that as soon as I can," Doc said gently as Father Sanchez came though the door.
"Doctor," he said after seeing the deputy on the floor of the train. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Yes," Doc said standing up and turning around. "Can you help me with Festus, I got to get him off this floor."
"Yes, of course," Sanchez said looking around, he cleared off a large trunk and covered it with a clean blanket.
"Thank you," Doc said looking at the deputy. "Festus, this is probably going to hurt."
"It's alright Doc," the hillman said struggling to take a deep breath.
Father Sanchez took the deputy's shoulders while Doc took his feet and together they lifted him up and gingerly carried him over to the large trunk.
Festus groaned as Doc put his hand on the hillman's shoulder before opening the deputy's shirt to exam the wound more closely.
"How bad is it Doc?" Kitty said coming to the doctor's side.
Doc used his stethoscope to listen to the hillman's chest before Kitty noticed Festus agitatedly grab at Doc's arm before muttering setting and then passing out.
"What's wrong," Kitty said as Doc quickly rummaged though his bag.
Pulling out a scalpel, Doc grabbed Kitty's hand and put it directly on Festus wound.
"Keep your hand there," Doc said picking up a sponge.
"Doc," Kitty said the fright in her voice evident as the physician pulled out a length of tube from his bag.
"That bullet hit his lung," he said brushing her hand aside.
Using the sponge, Doc soaked up the pooled blood before using the scalpel to make the wound larger so he could have room to work.
"I have to do something to get the pressure off his other lung before its to late," Doc replied raising Festus right arm above his head.
"What are you going to do," Kitty said struggling to stay on her feet as the train lunged and swayed over the tracks.
"I'm going to put this tube into his chest until we get to Denver," Doc stated working as quickly as he could. "The way this train is moving, I don't dare try and remove that bullet."
"Will he make it to Denver?" Father Sanchez asked while watching the physician operate for a second time in the same day.
"As you said earlier father," Doc replied without looking up. "If it's God's will he'll make it."
Sanchez nodded as he made the sign of the cross.
After Doc inserted the tube, he sutured it in place and collected the blood in a basin until it stopped.
Using his stethoscope, he listened to Festus chest as Newly stepped into the baggage car.
"How is he," Newly asked Kitty as Doc out the stethoscope down.
"He's breathing alright," Doc said taking a few strips of Kitty's petticoat, he covered the wound with it before turning back toward Matt.
"He's asleep," Kitty said as Doc nodded. "I'm proud of you."
"I'm pretty proud of myself," Doc said unabashed. "I honestly didn't think I could do it."
"Well that maybe," Kitty stated with a smile. "But we all knew better."
