Milt stopped Sam from walking back to their room at the boarding house. "Do you know what that big mouth deputy has done?" he held his brother close and stared him in the eyes.
"Nope..." Sam lazily said. "How could I?"
"He told them folks in there the family secret!" Milt quickly released his brother's shirt.
"No, not the family secret! He didn't! Say it ain't so, Milt!" Sam flapped his arms not knowing what to do.
"'Fraid so little brother and just calm down. Now we gotta find him a teach him a lesson." Milt looked up and down the street.
"Wall where do you figure he's at?" Sam also looked around the street.
"Over there. It's the marshal's office. He's bound to show up sooner or later." Milt started down the street with determined steps. Sam happily followed along.
The two brothers got part way down the street when an idea flooded Milt's mind and he stopped dead in his tracks. "Stop here little brother. Where gonna catch us a Haggen in Clemens style!"
"How so, Milt?" Sam stood looking at his brother with a vague hint of what he was talking about in his mind.
"That Marshal Doc fella can't stay in that saloon all day, now can he. He's got two jobs to be doing!" Milt smiled and crossed his arms in satisfaction.
"Oh." Sam said and looked over to the Long Branch. "Good thinkin' brother Milt!" The two cackled in delight about their newly hatch plan.
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Doc pulled his pocket watch from his vest pocket and popped it open with his thumb. With slight tromboning of his arm to focus the watch dial in his palm without his glasses, he clicked it closed after reading the time. "Well Kitty. I hate to break up this most interesting morning conversation, but I have to go out to the Whither's place and check on little Billy. I think he's some along nicely after breaking his leg two weeks ago. Kids..." Doc smirked.
Kitty smiled. "Don't forget to come back! I know what her cooking is like..."
Doc chuckled and ran his right hand across his greying moustache as he tipped his black felt hat and headed to the door. "And you be careful! I don't like you playing the marshal around here. And if something does, you have my word that I'll double or triple that on Festus for getting you into this!" Kitty called after the doctor.
Doc smiled at that thought and waved off any fears, "I will. Heaven's sakes! I wasn't born yesterday. Who would take on a marshal without a gun, anyway?!" Adams chuckled as he stepped through the swing doors and out on to the board walk.
Kitty shook her head as she watched her old friend leave. She truly loved him like a father.
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Milt and Sam watch the Marshal Doctor walk across the alley and over to the staircase that lead up to his doctor office. They had noted the sign hanging there earlier. With a quick check up and down the street for the scruffy deputy or anyone else, they walked over to the alley and waited for the doctor to return to the boardwalk. The stairs provided enough coverage as they waited. "How long is he gonna be up there?" Sam whispered loudly to his brother with almost cause him to leap free of his skin. "Whatcha do that fer!?" he cuffed Sam hard.
"I didn't mean ta spook ya..." he looked sheepishly at his brother and as the door opened and closed at the top of the stairs the Clemens brothers froze. Milt nodded that soon it would be time to take the old man hostage.
Doc slowly made his way down the stairs and was about to step off the boardwalk when Milt grabbed him from behind and pulled him back under the stairs. Milt held his strong hand over Doc's mouth who struggled to get free. Milt glared at him, "You gonna come peaceful like or the hard way?"
Doc mumbled.
"What'd he say?" Sam leaned in.
Milt slowly and carefully removed his had from Doc's mouth. "Answer him...what did you say?"
"I said, let me go!" Doc jostled again to free himself.
"Oh, no you don't. Yer comin' with us cause you are gonna help us snag a Haggen." Milt smiled and looked gleefully at his little brother.
"I'll have no part of this! Now let me go!" Doc's voice escalated and then when silent. Milt hit him hard over the head with his pistol. Doc's body went limp in Milt's arms. "Ya didn't need ta hit him that hard, Milt!" Sam scolded and looked at the doctor with worry.
"Hush up! Hide that hat and doctoring bag somewhere and hurry!" Milt urged Sam as he remained holding Doc. Sam stuffed the familiar black hat and leather bag under the stairs, The Clemens brothers then carefully carried the unconscious doctor through the back alley and out of sight.