CHAPTER NINE – ITS NOT OK CORRAL
The handle of Marty's revolver sparkled against the sun sticking out just far enough from his saddle bag for Doc to see it was out of reach. He forced his horse at a gallop alongside Marty.
"I warned you Doc stay away from me!"
"I can't let you do this Marty!"
Doc rammed his horse against Marty's side and pulled at his reins. The horse fought back conflicted and pulled on. Doc loosened his feet from the stirrups and leapt upon Marty forcing them both to crash into the ground and roll. The horses continued to gallop on without riders.
"Damn it Doc! Do you really think this is going to stop me? That son of a bitch deserves to die, I won't stand for it anymore. Biff, Griff, Bufford, how long will it be before my family is no longer tortured by those monsters. He deserves to die!"
"And if you kill him you will die too, is that what you want?"
"What are you talking about Doc?"
"Biff is the reason your parents fell in love, no Biff no love, no love no you, get it?"
Marty groaned and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Laura is going to be fine, there was no harm done."
"No harm, Doc he could have killed her, he could still kill you!"
"But he won't."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Laura, she is living proof Marty. The fact she remembers her grandparents, the fact she is alive and healthy, and happy, Marty it's all the proof we need."
Marty rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.
"Marty, you're tired, you need rest. Let's get you back to the house," Doc said putting his arm around Marty's shoulder.
"I'm sorry about your horses Doc," Marty said taking his hand again through his hair.
"Never mind that now," Doc smiled weakly.
When Marty walked into the house he was advised by Clara that Laura was awake and asking for him. Doc and Clara forced smiles and nodding for Marty go on into the room. Laura laid in the bed her eyes gazing out the window. Her leg had been bandaged and laid outside the duvet. Clara had kindly changed her into her clothes from 1986 so she would be more comfortable. She smiled when she saw Marty.
"How are you feeling?" Marty asked cautiously approaching her bed.
"Ready to go dancing," Laura smiled.
"He gave you a lot of morphine didn't he?"
"Yep," Laura choked, "Sit with me Marty."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," she said reaching for his hand.
Marty fell asleep with Laura laying against his chest, just like they had so many times in front of the TV.
Doc and Clara stood in the doorway watching the two of them sleep.
"We could go with them," Clara said thoughtfully, "into the future."
"And Greta?" Doc responded casually.
"It's truly too late now isn't it Emmet?"
"I'm afraid so, but he has another Brown to look after," Doc winked before walking away.
