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After a long silence, Marshall Strickland arrived with his rifle, and said, 'All right now, break it up. What's all this about? You causing trouble here, Needles?'
'No trouble, Marshall,' Billy insisted. 'Just a little personal matter between me and this runt. This don't concern the law.'
'Tonight everything concerns the law,' insisted Marshall Strickland. 'Now break it up. Any brawling, it's fifteen days in the county jail.' He then lowered his rifle and talked to the crowd. 'All right folks, this is a party! Come on, let's have some fun!'
The Hill Valley Festival Band started playing Doubleback again, and the dancing resumes.
Billy then went to Marty, and said, 'Eight o'clock Monday, runt. You ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a dog.'
The gang then left left, and Doc talked to Marty.
'Marty, what are you doing?' Doc asked, concerned. 'Saying you're going to meet Needles?'
'Hey, Doc,' Marty insisted. 'Doc, don't worry about it! Monday morning, eight AM. We're gonna be gone, right?'
'Theoretically, yes,' Doc said, gently, 'but what if the train's late?'
Marty was stunned, as he hadn't thought of that. 'Late?'
Clara then showed up and said, 'Hi, everyone! I see that William Needles followed me over here!'
'We'll discuss this later,' Doc told Marty.
'No, we'll discuss this now,' Marty insisted. 'Late?'
Turning to Jennifer, Clara said, 'I'm so sorry Billy harassed you. I really didn't expect him to follow me over here?'
'It's not your fault, Clara,' Jennifer said, softly. 'Anyway, Marty saved me.'
'Who the hell is William Needles, anyway?' demanded Marty.
'He's an outlaw,' Clara said, making a face. 'He is in cahoots with Buford Tannen - and, well, that must be how he found me. He tried to rape me.'
Just then, two men walked up to them - while Jennifer headed off to the refreshments table.
'You sure set him straight, Mr. Eastwood,' said the first man. 'I'm glad somebody finally got the gumption to stand up to that son of a bitch.'
'You're all right in my book, Mr. Eastwood,' said the second man. 'I'd like to buy you a drink.'
'Hey, listen,' said Marty, blushing, 'I don't want a drink. You don't have to buy me anything.'
Then there was a tap on Marty's shoulder. It was the Colt Gun salesman. He was holding a Colt Peacemaker and a gun belt.
'Young man, young man,' the salesman called out.
'It was no big deal,' Marty continued.
'I'd like you to have this brand new Colt Peacemaker and gun belt,' added the salesman. 'Free of charge!'
Marty took them, and asked, 'Free?'
'I want everybody to know that the gun that shot Billy Needles was a Colt Peacemaker,' replied the salesman.
'Hey, no problem,' Marty said, smiling. 'Thanks a lot.'
'Of course, er,' the salesman continued, 'you understand that if you lose, I'm taking it back.' The salesman then smiled, as he walked off.
Marty tried to think of something to say. 'Thanks again.'
Seamus and Maggie walk over to talk to Marty.
'You had him, Mr. Eastwood!' Seamus said, gently. 'You could have just walked away, and nobody would of thought the less of ya for it. All it would have been was words - hot air from a buffoon. Instead you let him rile ya - rile ya into playing his game, his way, by his rules.'
'Seamus is right, Marty,' Clara added, nodding. 'You really should listen to him.'
'Relax, you two,' insisted Marty. 'I know what I'm doing.'
'He reminds me of poor Martin,' Maggie said, to Seamus.
'Aye,' replied Seamus, nodding.
'He's the Martin I mentioned earlier today,' added Clara.
'Okay, Seamus,' said Marty, 'Clara told me that Martin was your brother. What happened to him, exactly? I gather I look just like him?'
'Aye,' replied Seamus, nodding. 'Martin used to let men provoke him into fighting. He was concerned that people would think him a coward if he refused. That's how he got a bowie knife shoved through his belly in a saloon in Virginia City. Never considered the future, poor Martin. God rest his soul.'
'He also broke my sister's heart,' Clara said, sadly.
Maggie turned to Marty, and said, 'Sure'n I hope you're considering the future, Mr. Eastwood.'
Seamus and Maggie then walked off, while Marty watched.
'I think about it all the time,' Marty said, quietly.
'I beg your pardon?' Clara asked, confused.
'Oh, nothing,' Marty said, quietly. 'I think it's really sad that Martin and Juniper are dead. You must really miss Juniper a lot.'
'I certainly do,' Clara said, on the verge of tears. Then she said Marty's hands and said, 'Please, Marty, don't become another Martin! I almost think fate brought us all together, somehow.'
'It could very well be possible,' Marty said, quietly.
'Say, Marty,' Clara said, softly, 'this may seem a little forward, but I was wondering if I could stay with you and Jennifer. I think I'm connected to her, somehow. I had a baby a couple years ago. I named her Jennifer Jane Parker. I had to give her up for adoption, though.'
Just then Jennifer returned, and said, 'My name is also Jennifer Jane Parker!'
'So what do you say?' asked Clara. 'Can I stay with you people?'
'Well, we're not going to be staying long,' Marty explained. 'We have to leave on Monday morning.'
'Oh, where are you going?' asked Clara. 'Bring me along. I want to go where you're going.'
'What about Mark and Jamie?' asked Marty. 'Can't you stay with them?'
'I don't want to impose,' Clara said, shaking her head. 'They already have a family. I would just get in the way. Besides, if it wasn't for you, I would have drowned. I reckon I was brought in your path for a reason.'
Jennifer pondered for a few minutes, then she said, 'It could be possible. We'll have to talk to Doc first, though?'
'Doc?' Clara asked, confused. 'Emmett Brown is a doctor?'
'Yeah,' Marty said, nodding, 'but not in a medical sense. He has a doctorate in physics. Physics has always been his passion.'
'We'll protect you from Billy Needles,' Jennifer said, as she gave Clara a hug. 'Let's go back to our cabin now, shall we?'
'It sounds great,' Clara said, smiling. She then lifted up a bag and asked, 'Lemon drop?'
'Sure!' Marty and Jennifer replied, simultaneously.