Doc ambled up to his office and opened the door to find Wilbur Jonas sitting on the chair next to the doctor's desk. Doc took off his hat and coat, hanging both on the coat rack next to the door. "How are you feeling now?" he asked the store owner.

"I think its worse," Jonas said in a quite tone.

Doc pulled his chair over and sat down, "Let me look," he said as he gently took Jonas' left hand again felt around with his thumbs. Jonas squirmed and tried to hold back grunt. "Maybe there's a cracked bone," he said releasing the hand. "I'll wrap it so it's at least stable," the doctor said as he stood up to get a strip of gauze.

"I guess that seals the deal with the pie contest," Jonas sighed.

Doc looked over his shoulder, "How so?" he asked as he fished through the supply drawer for what he was looking for.

"I can't bake a pie with one hand," the store owner looked up at the doctor.

Doc nodded and finally found the gauze and turned to face Jonas, "What if I found someone to help you?" he asked as he took his seat again. He could see the store owner thinking about it. Without another word about it, Doc began wrapping Jonas' hand.

Jonas watched on and winced now and again, then finally he spoke, "Who would want to help me?" he asked.

Doc paused with what he was doing and looked up into the pale blue eyes, "A fellow who feels awful badly about this," he pointed to the store owner's hand.

"Sam? But he said he didn't know anything about making pies," Jonas stated.

Doc nodded, "So he says, but I bet with your coaching he could help you a great deal," he smiled.

Jonas pursed his lips in thought as the doctor finished with his hand. It seemed like the only way that he'd be able to enter the contest. The store owner blinked a few times as he did when he was thinking. Slowly he nodded, "I'll talk to Sam. I assume that Miss Kitty will let him help me," his voice trailed off.

"Kitty was one hundred percent behind the idea. Sam on the other hand isn't too sure of himself," Doc chuckled and finished tying the gauze off.

Jonas was about to stand up, but Doc took his forearm and guided him back down to the chair. The two men locked eyes, "What is it, Doc?" Jonas asked.

"Well," Doc started and ran his hand across the back of his neck, ""I'm a bit worried about you," the stated.

Jonas leaned back slightly, "Worried? Why? Other than my hand, everything is fine," the store owner smiled weakly.

Doc scratched his right cheek and leaned back in his chair, "You've been though a lot in the last few months, and well, I wasn't sure what to make of you practically bolting when you saw Madam Zelda," Doc said as he studied the store owner.

Jonas grew a little red, "I don't know what you mean," he gulped.

"You know her, don't you?" Doc came right out with it.

Jonas' eyes dropped to the floor and his shoulder sagged. He let out an audible sigh.

Doc frowned and leaned forward, "I don't know anything about her but if you are you upset that this woman is here, I can ask Matt send her on her way. You've been under enough stress as of late," he said trying to see what Jonas was thinking.

Jonas looked away from the doctor and drew his lips tight while flexed his jowl muscles. His blinking slowed to as he stared down at the floor. He drew a deep breath and slowly stood. "I'm tired Doc. I'm going home," he said as he walked to the door without answering the doctor's question. "Thanks for wrapping my hand."

Doc didn't stop him. "I'll see you tomorrow. Take care of your hand," he said as he watched the store owner slowly leave. Clearly he hit a nerve and further deepened the doctor's concern for his friend. There was without a doubt something between Jonas and Zelda, but what was unknown and looked to stay that way.

Jonas reached the boardwalk and sighed. He looked up into the dusk sky, "Why did she have to come here?" he asked no one in particular. The store owner drew another deep breath before heading home.

Doc stood up from the chair and ran his hand across the back of his neck. He was even more puzzled about Jonas. He wasn't sure whether he should push the issue or just let the situation go. He did know that Jonas wasn't happy with the woman being in Dodge. The doctor huffed to himself – he didn't like not having answers or solving a problem. Perhaps, he thought, it was best to leave it alone.

Wilbur Jonas unlocked the front door of his house and stepped inside before closing the door behind him. Ellen greeted him with her usual friendliness, but then noticed that her husband didn't respond.

Jonas dropped his hat on the bench inside the front door and walked to his chair in the sitting room and flopped down. Ellen could see him from the kitten, "Wilbur? Is everything all right?" she asked as she approached her husband. Finally the store owner looked up at this wife, "I'm fine," he smiled weekly.

"You must be exhausted. I was in town earlier and the crowds were everywhere," Ellen said as she poured Wilbur a brandy and handed it to him. He thanked her for it before taking a sip. "How's your hand?" she then asked as she noticed the wrap.

"It's sore. Doc thinks there might be a cracked bone," Jonas half laughed and then took another sip from the glass.

"What about your pie contest?" Ellen asked with concern.

"Apparently Sam Noonan has offered to help me," Jonas smiled. "I've got to go and talk to him later," he added.

"Well that's awfully nice of him," Ellen sat down on the chair Wilbur was sitting in and placed her arm around his shoulders to comfort him.

Wilbur looked up into this wife's eyes. He wasn't sure if he should tell her about Madam Zelda or not. Ellen read something from the look, "What is it?" she asked.

Jonas swallowed and blinked turning away, "She's here," he said in a defeated tone.

Ellen stared at Wilbur then slowly stood up, "Are you sure?"

"Almost positively," Jonas said as he swigged back the rest of the brandy, standing to pour another. He even poured one for Ellen who was now sitting on the settee across from his chair. He handed the glass to his wife and took to his chair again.

"Well, what are we going to do?" Ellen asked before taking a good drink from the glass.

"I really don't know," Jonas said as he looked down at his glass. "I really don't know."