Newly walked Wilbur Jonas as far as the little walkway that led to the front door of the Jonas' house, "Doc and I will do our best, you have to believe in that," the younger man said with care in his tone.

Jonas swallowed and looked back to Newly, "I know you will. It's just..." his voice crackled, "I can't lose her yet," the store owner stated as he gripped the door knob and opened the front door. "Thank you, Newly. Good night." Jonas stepped into the darkened room and closed the door.

Newly looked down at the gravel pathway, He knew that Jonas was hurting and there was nothing anyone could do for him at the moment. The young deputy turned and walked back to Front Street and then over to the doctor's office.

Jonas slowly walked to the daybed that was under the side window in the living room. There was enough ambient light from Front Street that he could still make out the photo images of Ellen and himself on their wedding day that sat in the gilded frame on the little table next to the chair.

The photo stared at him as he sat down and he sighed. Slowly he reached for it and looked at the image from twenty-five years earlier and his lips drew tight in thought as his eyes looked out into the night. Slowly he layed back onto the daybed and closed his eyes while he placed the photo on his chest.

Jonas wasn't an overly religious man, but that moment he prayed to God that Doc could save Ellen. It seemed odd that even thought the couple had been married so long, hardly anyone knew of Ellen aside from the odd barn dance, or town picnic. It was almost like she was invisible. Jonas began to blame himself for that, as he was a member of the town council and seemed to take more of the limelight; keeping Ellen in the background. He vowed not to let that happen again, should she live. Jonas' heart was heavy with sorrow.

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Peter continued to watch as Festus and Burke worked with other people from the town as they tried to free the young soldier. He had to plan his move carefully with such a crowd, but he hoped that maybe the men would be more interested in saving the man than they would be in the strong box. Hawthorn tried to stay out of view and in the darkness as he inched his way closer to the work site.

Louie had returned with two long pry bars that he found leaning against the train station. He didn't notice Peter in the darkness, until Peter moved further into the back. Louie huffed at the man who seemed unwilling to help - as typical with Louie he thrust his nose into the air and marched passed Peter with a strong sense of determination to get the job at hand done.

Peter glared at the man and decided that he'd better move to a different location as some instinct told him that Louie might just be the beginning of his end if he said something to the deputy.

Peter wove his way through the darkness and around to the far side of the wreckage where he continued to monitor the recovery effort.

Matt strolled up to the train station and his eyes searched the night. He was still looking for Peter Hawthorn. The marshal tucked his thumbs down behind his gun belt as he arched his aching back. The tumble off the train didn't do him any good. Matt was just about to step down off the plat form and toward the area where Festus and Burke were working when his eyes caught sight of the locomotive engineer.

The older man staggered toward the train station before he collapsed to the wooden platform. Matt recognized the man for the train and moved quickly to his side, "Hey, take it easy!" he aided the man to lie on his back.

"Are you the marshal?" the engineer sputtered.

"I am," Matt said as he adjusted his hat back on his head, "Sorry about your train. I tried to stop it, but the brakes weren't working," Matt smiled slightly.

"He was after the money box," the engineer coughed.

"I know," Matt said matter-of-factly.

"How's Harry?" the engineer enquired.

"Harry?"

"My conductor," the engineer looked up into Matt's eyes and saw the look. "He's dead, isn't he?"

Matt shook his head, "I really don't know. There's been a lot happening tonight," Matt sighed. "As soon as I find out about Harry, I'll let you know, alright?"

The engineer nodded, "Would you be so kind as to help me to my feet. I've had a long walk," he groaned.

Matt smiled, "There's a boarding house just up the street. Ma Smalley will help you out until Doc or Newly can get around to looking at you," Matt said as he gently pulled the engineer to his feet. "And with any luck, you might find your friend already there."

The engineer nodded and slowly walked toward the street.

Matt watched him and pursed his lips in thought, "The strong box," he muttered to himself as he returned his attention to the baggage car and the rescue of the soldier.

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Newly quietly opened the door into the doctor's office. Doc was right where he had left him, however, his time the physician was looking down at Ellen Jonas' face, "I don't want you to be trying to move, now," he said gently yet firmly.

Newly closed the door behind him and walked toward the examination table, "Doc?"

Doc looked over his shoulder, "She came to, but I have given her some morphine to kill the pain," he looked back at Mrs. Jonas who was now asleep again.

"Did she say anything?" Newly inquired.

Doc pushed way from the table and hobbled over to his chair, "She mentioned that her back hurt and she felt numb from mid-back down," the doctor stated as he slowly lowered himself into the chair. "I'm not going to judge that just yet. It could be severe bruising causing that," he said as he pulled his glasses from his face and ran his right hand down over his wearily eyes. "I'll wait a day or so before I will make a full assessment of her," he sighed.

Newly nodded, "You think she's going to make it?"

Doc looked up at Newly, "I think so, but don't tell Jonas just yet. I want to make sure and I want to know more of her injuries. Until then, I'll monitor her and keep her on morphine," Doc said.

Newly found some comfort in the older man's words, "I'll watcher tonight, if you would like to get some rest," the young man smiled.

Doc smiled back, "Newly. You should have followed through with your doctoring. You would have made a fine medical doctor," Doc stated as he slowly pulled himself up from the chair and limped to the back room.

Newly smiled, "I'll call you if I need you."

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Festus worked his way down into the wreckage and squatted next to the soldier, "Okay, give me the rope," he hollered up to Burke. The shipping clerk lowered the rope down to the deputy, "Let me know when you have enough, Festus," Burke yelled down into the darkness.

Festus gently pulled the rope until he had enough to loop around the young soldier's underarms, "Alright, that will do, Burke," he bellowed back. Quickly he fashioned a harness and looped it under the semi-concisions man, "Easy does it fella. We'll have you out of her in two shakes of a lamb's tail," Festus fussed with the ropes.

Peter continued to watch from the far side of the wreck and ne knew that the strong box was not the rescuers' first priority - the man was. All he had to do was to get into the baggage car after they removed the soldier and pull the money box free for himself.