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Doc was heading over to the saloon to meet Seamus there, when heard a rough voice behind him.
'Well, well, well, it's nice to see you again, blacksmith,' snarled Buford Tannen.
'What the hell do you want?' snapped Doc.
Buford didn't answer, he just shot Doc in the stomach, and Doc fell over.
Then Marshall Harrison and two other police officers rode up and roughly grabbed Buford. 'Don't you ever give up, Tannen?' snarled the Marshall.
The marshall then snapped the handcuffs onto Buford, then the other two officers knocked Buford unconscious, and lifted him onto one of the horses. As the police officers drive off, Marty, Jennifer, and Sabrina came running up.
'Doc! Doc! What happened?' Marty choked out, as two tears fell down his cheeks.
'Buford shot me,' Doc whispered. Then turning to Sabrina and Jennifer, Doc asked, 'Can you ladies take me to 2030, and rush me to the hospital?'
'Sure, Doc, we could do that,' replied Sabrina.
'What about me?' asked Marty, blinking back tears. 'I want to come along, too.'
'We need you to stay here and help Clara and the boys pack,' replied Doc.
'But, Doc, you have a time machine,' protested Marty. 'Can't you just come back a minute after you leave?'
'Marty, the whole town will hear about how I got shot,' explained Doc. 'People will get suspicious if the bullet wound disappears immediately. We'll return on the six to finish up some business, before we return to 1985. I also need you to find Seamus, and let him know that I will be treated for awhile.'
'Okay, Doc, whatever you say,' replied Marty, swallowing back a sob. He then hugged Doc, and said, 'I hope you get better, Doc.'
'Don't worry, Marty,' replied Doc, gently, giving Marty a quick squeeze, 'in 2030, they have a fast cure for it.'
Marty then quickly released Doc, knowing that he would cry if they embraced any longer. 'Have a safe trip, Doc,' Marty whispered. 'You, too, Jennifer and Sabrina.'
Marty was blinking back tears, as he saw the DeLorean break the time barrier. He then ran to the saloon to relay the news to Seamus.
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'Hey, Mr. Eastwood, what brings you over here?' Seamus asked cheerfully, as Marty entered the saloon.
Marty grabbed a seat across from Seamus, and quietly said, 'Doc, uh, the blacksmith has been shot.'
'What?' Seamus asked, horrified. 'He got shot?'
'Buford Tannen came back, and he shot the blacksmith,' Marty explained, as he was blinking back tears. 'The police found Tannen right away, but not until after the, uh, blacksmith was shot.' Then Marty began to cry.
Seamus was a little shocked, reached out to touch Marty's arm, and asked, 'You close kin to the blacksmith?'
'Oh, yeah, sorta, Seamus,' stammered Marty, through sobs. 'He's a really close friend of mine, and I, uh, uh...' Marty put his head down on the table and sobbed.
At that point, everyone inside the saloon was staring at Marty and Seamus.
'How shameful!' gasped one of the old timers, appalled.
'Yeah, for shame! A young man like him, crying?' gasped another old timer, shaking his head.
'He should be ashamed of himself,' remarked the first old timer. 'Crying like a little baby?'
Marty only sobbed harder. Apparently, in this era, it was not considered proper for men his age to cry - and was, in fact, even considered scandalous and shameful . Still, at this point, he didn't really care if everyone thought of him as a 'crybaby'. Doc Brown had been his best friend over over two years, and Marty had just seen him get shot. Marty couldn't help but cry.
Seamus then stood up, and firmly said, 'No, you men are the ones who should be ashamed of yourselves. Hasn't it occurred to you that this young man here is crying because he is sad? Do you think that shaming him and chastizing him will make him feel any better? No way! Gee, haven't you people ever heard of compassion?'
The old timers were blankly staring at Seamus.
'No, young Rhett Eastwood here has nothing to be ashamed of,' Seamus continued, firmly. 'He had just seen someone he was close to get shot. For heaven's sake, his friend could die! Mr. Eastwood here is crying because his friend may die! You people get over this 'stiff upper lip' mentality and show some compassion for people who are grieving.' Then Seamus stared at the old timers for awhile, until they were blushing with embarrassment. Then Seamus sat back down, turned to Marty, placed a hand on his arm, and softly said, 'Just go ahead and let it all out, Mr. Eastwood. These people shouldn't have judged you.'
'Thank you, Seamus,' Marty whispered, through sobs.
'It's alright,' Seamus said, softly, as he gently laid both of his hands on Marty's arms.
After about 15 minutes, Marty's sobs have finally subsided. Seamus then opened up his arms, which Marty willingly accepted. Marty and Seamus embraced for awhile.
'You know, Mr. Eastwood,' Seamus said, gently, 'I can't help but feel that you are somehow kin to me. I mean, hugging you just feels so natural.'
'Yeah, I understand what you mean,' Marty said, softly. Of course, Seamus was Marty's great-great grandfather, but Marty couldn't tell him that.
'Will you be fine, now?' Seamus asked, softly.
'Yeah, I'll be fine, thank you,' Marty said, softly.
'You're very welcome,' Seamus replied, warmly.
Marty and Seamus embraced one more time. Then Marty headed over to the home where the Brown family lived.
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'So what happened to Emmett?' Clara asked, as Marty came running up to her.
'Buford Tannen came back and shot him,' Marty said, swallowing.
'Oh, no,' moaned Clara, tears filling her eyes. 'So where is she, now?'
'Sabrina and Jennifer brought him to 2030,' explained Marty, 'so that the bullet wound could be treated. I know that medical treatments are very advanced then - even more advanced than in 1985, in fact. Still, I really am worried about him.'
'Yeah, I'm really worried about him, too,' Clara said, with a sigh. 'Where is Buford Tannen, now?'
'The police caught him,' Marty assured Clara. Then, after swallowing a bit, Marty added, 'they just caught him one minute too late.'
'I guess I shouldn't fret so much,' Clara said, blinking back tears. 'Still, it's awful that Buford shot him.'
'Yeah, I know, Clara,' Marty replied, also blinking back tears, and tenderly placing a hand on Clara's arm. 'It's not the first time I saw him get shot.'
Marty and Clara then embraced, as tears were streaming down both of their faces.
'Well, I guess there's no sense in crying,' muttered Clara, wiping her face. 'We should just hope and pray that he'll turn out okay.'
'You're right, Clara,' Marty agreed, wiping his face. 'Anyway, I guess we should get packing, now. That's why Doc had me stay here.'
'Yeah, that's a good idea,' Clara replied, smiling a little.
Marty smiled back at Clara, and said, 'Let's go! Let's rock and roll!'
Clara chuckled at Marty's statement. 'Alright, Marty, let's go.'
Then Marty and Clara began to board up the train.