Doc stood leaning onto the examination table; his eyes gazing down as he thought. He slowly looked up into Kitty's eyes. The saloon owner's face held great concern for everything that had just happened, "I feel real bad for Jonas," she said as she looked down at the little table with the blood cover cloth and suture equipment.

"Me too," Doc stated. "He's right, though. There wasn't much he could have done about it," the doctor said. "I'm just grateful that is was a fairly minor wound and that the whole thing didn't escalate into something worse," he said as he straightened up an way from the table.

"Do you think Newly and Festus can handle things?" Kitty asked.

Doc didn't know how to answer as he ticked his head and walked to his desk, "I don't know. If all of McLean's men fly off the handle like that one tonight, who knows what will happen and when. And unfortunately we let that one go!" the doctor stated.

Kitty sighed, "I don't think we had much choice on that matter either," she said with a frown.

"I wonder if Matt has left Hayes yet," Doc looked up from the desk.

Kitty stepped forward, "Are you going to try and let him know what's going on?" she asked.

Doc nodded, "I think so. When Jonas and I visit Bodkin in the morning, we'll stop by the telegraph office," Doc smiled.

"What if they see you?" Kitty asked.

"I'm entitled to send telegrams, aren't I?" Doc asked.

"Don't you think it will be a little bit suspicions that Jonas will be with you?" Kitty asked.

Doc pursed his lips, "Hum, you could be right. In fact, maybe neither of us should be seen there after what happened tonight, come to think of it," Doc said. Kitty rolled her eyes as that is what she was trying to imply.

"We need someone else," Doc said as he walked to the window and gazed out as if he was Sherlock Holmes. He even rubbed his slightly stubbled chin in thought.

"Sam could do it," Kitty stated.

Doc looked back over his shoulder, "No. He was at the Long Branch tonight too and was almost caught with that shotgun. They will be watching all of us now," Doc said.

Kitty agreed, "Who's left that is capable?' she asked.

Doc thought for a moment, "Louie," he said looking over to Kitty.

Kitty almost caught herself laughing, "Louie doesn't look like the sort to be sending telegrams," she stated.

"Maybe not now," Doc said with a click of his fingers. "We'll see if Jonas will loan him a good coat and we'll get him cleaned up," Doc said as he could see the plan unfolding in his mind.

"Doc, you're crazy! Louie won't go for this!" Kitty laughed.

"If he knows how much a threat to Dodge McLean and his men are, he sure will," Doc looked Kitty in the eye.

"You are serious, aren't you?" Kitty asked.

"As serious as it gets, Kitty. We need Matt back here and soon," the doctor said while eyeing the saloon owner.

Kitty paced the floor, "I'm not even sure where Louie is right now!" she said turning to Doc.

Doc walked to the window that faced Front Street, "We don't have much time before something serious happens. Those men are on edge and so are Festus and Newly...not to mention Jonas," Doc said as he looked back at Kitty.

"I'll see if Sam can find Louie. He can't be far," she said moving to the door.

"Let me know when he does find Louie. I'll talk to him to let him know what he needs to do," Doc said.

Kitty nodded, "All right, Doc. I hope this works," she said with a nod and left the doctor's office. Doc moved to the side window and watched Kitty Russell cross over the alley and back to the Long Branch. He was now second guessing his plan, but he had to do something to help Festus and Newly.

Kitty paused at the swing doors of the saloon and poked her nose over the upper edge to see if any of McLean's men had returned. All was clear and with a deep breath, Kitty pushed through the doors and stepped down into her saloon.

Kitty gracefully walked over to the bar and waited for Sam to finish serving a customer before she called him aside.

Sam noted the look on his boss' face, "What is it Miss Kitty? Jonas is all right, isn't he?" The barkeep asked in a hushed voice.

Kitty nodded, "Jonas is fine. But Doc wants to get word to Matt," she said in an equally whispered voice.

Sam looked at the saloon owner strangely, "Then what is wring?" he asked quietly.

"Doc can't send a telegraph. None of us can," Kitty stated. "We're afraid that McLean and his men will see us," she said in a whisper.

"I can understand Doc's concern, but why the whispering?" Sam asked.

"We don't want anyone to know!" Kitty said. "I need you to find Louie and get him over to Doc's. Doc will fill him in," she stated in a hushed voice.

"You want me to look for him?" Sam asked quietly.

Kitty nodded, "But be careful!" she warned. "We're not sure what McLean is really up to," she said looked back over her shoulder to the room filled with patrons.

"I never like him since he stepped foot through that door," Sam stated in a slightly loured voice, but luckily everyone in the room was busy with their own conversations and didn't hear.

"He sure wore out his welcome matt here," Kitty stated dryly.

"Do you know where Louie is?" Sam asked.

Kitty shook her head no, "I haven't seen him since early this morning," she stated.

"I'll see what I can do," Sam said as he untied his white apron and folded it before placing in on the bar.

"Thank you, Sam," Kitty smiled. "Let me know when you find him also," she smiled.

Sam nodded, "Yes, Ma'am," he said with his southern velvet toned voice and a wink.

There was something in Sam's voice and mannerisms that put Kitty at ease, "Be careful," Kitty whispered after he barkeep as he left. She knew he was more than capable of looking after himself. None the less, she was concerned.