Doc reached the boardwalk with strong determination guiding him - he wanted to uncloak the medicine man's phoney business and have him run out of town. Adams was sure that Wilberforce Graham was in Dodge only to fleece people out of their hard earned money and to make his own legitimate practice look like a sham.

Doc stood looking at the fancy wagon and then looked down the street to see if Graham was anywhere in sight. He didn't even see Henry.

Doc drew his right hand across his greying moustache with great purpose before he took a strong step forward and tried the latch on the side door of the wagon. He struggled with it and finally the latch opened.

Matt stood and watched quietly with his arms crossed while standing in the doorway of the General Store. He watched Doc dig deeper into the hatch before he had to find out just what his doctor friend was up to, "Doc. I hope you do realize that you are breaking the law," Matt said as he strolled toward his old friend who obviously didn't hear him.

Matt stopped behind the doctor, "Doc?" he said again.

This time Doc did hear him and jumped from fright, banging his head on the top of the hatch, "Ouch!" Doc bellowed while pulling himself from the small hole.

"Matt! What in blazes are you trying to do?" Doc said as he pulled his hat off and rubbed the bump on the top of his head.

"That's exactly what I want to ask you what you are doing..." Matt hooked his thumbs into his belt, "after all that isn't your wagon."

"I know that," Doc grumbled while still rubbing his head, "I just want to find a bottle of this so called magic liquid this charlatan has to offer, and I will bet my horse, Popcorn, that it is nothing more than home made hooch!"

Matt's eyebrows rose up in thought, "Well, breaking into his wagon isn't the best way to find out. One might say you tampered with evidence or even switched bottles."

Doc's shoulders slumped, "You're right Matt. I was just..." the doctor was about to finish when Kitty and Hootie came along.

"Find anything Doc?" Kitty said rather sceptically about Wilberforce Graham's business.

Doc drew his lips tight, "No. The big Marshal stopped me from getting anywhere," Doc shot a look at Matt who was now looking slightly more annoyed.

"Kitty. As I explained to Doc, you just can't rifle though Graham's things. We're going to have to find another way to have him share his so call medicine," Matt tried to reason.

"Well, how on earth are we going to do that?" Kitty asked sharply back. "You know he's a phoney just as much as Doc does!"

"Yes, I do, but the law is the law!" Matt said sternly while looking at the three faces that glared back at him.

Doc clicked his fingers as an idea came to mind, "Let's get Wilberforce to open shop and one of us buys a bottle!"

Hootie burst out laughing, "Oh, Doc, you are too much!" she fanned her hand playfully at the doctor.

Doc's eyebrows rose up then fell to a point where his eyes had narrowed, "I thought it was a good idea..."

"It would be," Hootie giggled, "but after that reception he got from us, I don't think he'd do it. We need someone who looks like life's whoas have gotten him down," Hootie explained.

The four of them stood by the red and gold ornate wagon for the longest minute trying to think of someone, then a familiar hum came from the boardwalk near the Long Branch Saloon. It was Louie Pheeters - their perfect candidate.

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"Henry!?" Graham called out through the alleyway. "Where in heck are you lad?"

Henry was on top of several crates peering up to a rooftop, "I'm up here, Mr. Wilberforce!"

"What are you doing up there! One slip and you could break your neck," Graham shook his head in displeasure.

"I saw Nosey just over that roof top!" Henry pointed.

"Oh, I see. Well, that's different then. Hurry up and catch that wee beast, will you?" Graham was about to leave when Henry looked down from his perch, "If I only had a banana..."

"A banana?" Graham questioned.

"Yup. This little fella loves em!" Henry laughed.

Wilberforce pursed his lips trying to think where he might find a suitable substitute. "What if I can find one?"

Henry shrugged, "It's his favourite..."

Graham took another few steps closer, "He's got to like more than just bananas!"

Henry paused in thought, "Oh. You know you're right. He likes pretty much all fruit or nuts, if he can find them..."

Graham sighed, "Don't you think he ate enough at the General Store?" he said still looking up to Henry.

Henry frowned and then sat down on the crate he was standing on, "I think you're right Mr. Graham. I just don't know what else to do!"

Graham motioned for Henry to get down off the crates, "I'll be that moneky will be good and hungry in the morning."

Henry smiled again, "You sure are a smart fella Mr. Graham!" he said as he clambered down from the tower of wooden boxes, "All we need to do is set trap and we'll have him!"

Graham was about to agree but then put his hand up, "You've already said he can get out of things like cages and such..."

Henry again looked deep in thought, "You're right again. Boy, oh, boy, Nosey is some trouble!"

Graham laughed, "Nonsense lad! He just needs better training. And that is where I can help you!"

Henry's eyes lit up, "Really! You'd help me with Nosey!?"

Wilberforce Graham wrapped his arm over Henry Haggen's shoulders. "Certainly I'll help you," he stopped and looked at the hill man, "but I need your help too..."

"Oh?" Henry asked.

"Uh, huh," Graham nodded, "I'll let you know when the time is right, just as long as I have your word..."

Henry beamed, "Oh you sure do Mr. Graham! You surely do!"