Mike sat at the table in the middle of the jail as Marshal Sanders stood next to her.
"I know Dillon was tracking a fugitive named Les Dean," Sanders said placing a wanted poster in front of her. "Is this the man that helped you?"
"Yes," Mike replied looking at the picture. "That's the man that called himself Fortunate."
"But he's dead now," Sanders replied taking away the poster. "Along with a man named Starcourt and a few of his hands."
"That's right," Mike said angrily. "They've been after my land for years."
"So you and Dillon took it upon yourselves to get rid of them, is that it?" Sanders asked looking Mike directly in the eyes.
"Wait a minute!" Doc yelled coming up out of his seat. "What are you insinuating? That her and Matt would kill these men in cold blood?"
"This is no concern of yours Doctor," Sanders said turning on Doc. "If you don't stay quiet, I'll put you out of my office."
"Well," Doc said swiping at his mustache. "You won't have to because we're leaving. This woman is expecting and I won't have you badgering her like this."
"Doctor Adams," Mike said angrily. "I forbid you to say anything!"
"I know you did and I'm sorry but this has gone on long enough, we're leaving!"
Mike stood up as Doc took her arm and Sanders stepped in front of them. "I'll get a judge to sign an arrest warrant!"
"You do that!" Doc said leading Mike toward the door.
Doc opened the door and found Kitty just on the other side. "Kitty," he said after noticing the ashen look of her face. "Is Matt alright?"
"Yes," she said meeting Mike's eyes. "He's awake and asking for Mike."
"Thank you," Mike said flashing a slight smile. "I'll go to him right now."
Kitty watch the woman walk away before turning back to Doc. "It can't be true?"
"What," Doc asked confused as Kitty started to tremble.
"She...she's expecting?"
"Kitty," Doc said gently with an aggravated sigh. "I'm so sorry, I never intended for you to hear that."
"Is it true, Doc?" Kitty asked quietly.
"Yes," Doc said tugging nervously at his ear. "It's true!"
Kitty closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she spoke. "I came here to tell you that Matt has regained his memory and right now he's in the process of telling Mike."
"He did," Doc asked excitedly.
"Yes," Kitty replied sullenly. "And if she tells him, she's pregnant. It'll change everything!"
"She doesn't want him to know," Doc said quietly. "And I think it's for this exact reason."
"But we know," Kitty said evenly. "How do I keep something so life changing from the man I love."
"It's Mike's decision," Doc replied gently. "If she wants him to know, she'll tell him."
Mike shut the front door to Doc's office behind her and then quickly made her way into the room where Matt was still lying in bed.
"Dan," she said sitting beside him as Matt opened his eyes. "Miss Russell said, you were awake and asking for me."
"Mike," Matt said slowly. "We have to talk."
"Alright," Mike said as the smile faded. "Sounds serious."
"It is," Matt said with a sigh. "I remember now."
"Everything," Mike asked as Matt nodded.
"Everything," Matt said as Mike closed her eyes. "My name is Matt Dillon, I'm the Marshal of Dodge City."
"And Kitty," Mike said quietly. "She's some kind of woman."
"So are you," Matt said taking her hand. "We'll talk about it."
"There's nothing to talk about," Mike said standing. "Well, I said it! I never should have picked you up, never!"
"Mike, please," Matt said as the woman started for the door.
"I may not have much left," Mike said turning toward Matt. "But I got my land. At least, I can rebuild!"
Matt flipped back the covers and swung his legs over the side. "Mike," he said getting to his feet. "We can talk about this!"
Mike had the door half way open when she heard a loud thump from the bedroom.
"Matt," she said and waited for him to reply but when he didn't, she returned to the spare room. "Matt!"
Doc and Kitty stepped into Doc's office just as Mike called out Matt's name.
Rushing into the spare bedroom, Mike looked up from Matt's side. "He fell," she said as Doc dropped to one knee and rolled the Marshal over onto his stomach.
Kitty gasped at the puddle of blood where Matt had fallen and watched as Doc put his hand over the wound and applied pressure. He then looked up at Kitty and Mike.
"He's hemorrhaging," Doc said meeting their eyes. "I need both of your help if I'm going to stop it."
"Just tell us what to do!" Mike said looking from Kitty to Doc as Kitty nodded.
"Kitty, I need you to get my bag and Mike, I need you to get a clean sheet," Doc ordered. "Hurry now, both of you!"
Kitty brought Doc's black bag while Mike pulled a clean sheet from Doc's cabinet.
"Put the sheet under Matt," Doc said looking at Mike. "I'm going to have to suture this right here, if he moves, it'll kill him."
"What can I do," Kitty asked worriedly.
"Open my bag and take out a needle and thread," Doc said firmly. "I have to do this as quick as I can to minimize the blood loss, he's already lost to much now as it is."
"Alright," Kitty said making sure the needle and thread were ready when Doc called for it.
"Mike," Doc said once the woman had the clean sheet in place. "Get a pair of scissors and cut open Matt's night shirt."
Mike worked the scissors around Doc's hands, careful to make the wound accessible without disturbing Doc.
"How's that?" she asked as Doc nodded.
"Fine," Doc said meeting Kitty's eyes. "I'm ready for that needle and thread now."
