After asking around, they found five people standing outside in front of a bar.

"What's going on?" asked Rath to a man wearing glasses.

"Some drunk trying to kill to Teddy."

"Who's Teddy?"

"Teddy Weizak. His wife left him driving him to the bottle. Now his drinking going to get him killed."

"Not how anyone planned," looking around, "Who are you waiting for?"

"Stu, the marshal."

"Why?"

"It's his job."

Walking through the crowd, he walked towards the door.

"You wait for him," turning the door knob, "I'm going for a drink,"

Pushing the door opened, he entered. There was Steve with the barrel of a rifle pointing at some man begging for his life. Slamming the door closed brought Steve's attention on Rath.

"Stay out of it, hero!" yelled Steve.

"Stay out of what?" asked Rath.

"This is between me and him."

"Fine, just wanted a drink, not to interfere," sitting on the bar stool, "Exactly what am I post not to interfere with?"

"He's been sleeping with Jane."

"I've..." Ted tried to say in his defense, but the rifle barrel in his face sealed his lips.

"Liar, your lies won't save you."

"Funny that you worry about another man stealing Jane away from you since you tried to steal Kate back in Nebraska."

Steve's face went from anger to fear.

"You thought I didn't know."

The barrel went from Ted to Rath.

"If you're going to pull the trigger pull the trigger. If not then put the rifle down and then sit at the bar and wait for Stu to show up."

Steve's finger slowly inched towards the trigger. He seen what Rath can do. No way he could avoid a bullet up close. He didn't get the chance when Ted hit his legs from behind. His finger pulled the trigger.

Walking towards the crowd, "Ed," said Stu, "how many in the bar?"

"Three, Stu."

"Three? Thought two were involved."

"Correct, Stu. Some young fool wanted to get a drink."

"Great," turning his head towards the door.

Turning to view the crowd, his eyes caught the sight of a familiar face.

"Kate, what are you doing here?" walking towards her, "Thought you were with Fran."

"I was," she answered with a guilty face, "I was the one brought the young fool to the bar."

"Rath is in there?"

She shook her head up and down.

Then a gunshot came from the bar. Both Stu and Kate ran towards the door. Stu stood on the left of the door as Kate stood on the right side.

"You brought a gun didn't you?" asked Kate.

"No, never needed one," touching the door knob, "You stay here."

"No, Rath can get himself killed without my help," she remarked, "No way am I going to let him leave me with a guilty conscience."

Arguing with her would waste precious time.

Turning the doorknob, "Stay behind me," he ordered opening the door.

She followed him inside. At the bar was Ted and Rath sitting down eating peanuts as an tied up unconscious Steve sat at a table.

"She doesn't listen to reason no matter how you talk to her," remarked Rath.

"I was worry about you, you bastard," she shot back.

"See Ted be grateful that your wife left," commented Rath, "See what I get to put up with."

"What happened in here?" asked Stu..

Grabbing the barrel, "This went off," handed it to Stu.

He took it.

Sliding off the bar stool, "Ted can fill in the details," walking past Stu and Kate, "I'm going home," opening the door.

He left and Kate knew she wanted him.