"You the doc?" Red moved further into the room.
Doc didn't move. "Yes, I'm the doctor. Who in the dickens are you?"
"Don't make much difference who I am. You're coming with me. My partner's been shot and you're gonna save him." Red moved even closer to Doc who was searching his mind for some way out of his situation. Doc tried to sidestep the bigger man but Red grabbed his vest near his shoulder sharply and pushed him back hard toward the examination table. "Gather your things and you better hurry." Red looked around quickly.
Doc composed himself and tugged on his vest to straighten it. He glared at the man standing before him. "Just suppose I say no."
Red moved even closer into the office. "Put it this way old pill pushed. If you don't leave on yer own accord, you're still gonna end up fixin' Dutch. With or without a headache. That's yer call."
Doc scratched his forehead. "Dutch? Dutch Calhoun?"
"Maybe." Red looked around. "Come on. Get yer things." He motioned with his gun for Doc to get a move on.
"Yer one of Johnny Garrett's gang." Doc looked Red directly in the eyes.
"You have wasted enough time..." Red was now standing within striking distance of Doc.
Doc cleared his throat and thought better to fight the larger man. "Okay. Okay...just give me a moment." He turn and retrieved a few bottle from his cabinet and placed them in his medical bag. Next he opened a drawer and pulled out a hand full of bandages and stuffed them into the bag around the bottles. All the while his mind was focussed on how to escape. "There. That's about it."
Red grabbed Doc's left upper arm hard and pushed him to the door. "Move. One word from you and I put a hole through yer head." He prodded Doc in the back with his gun as they left his office. Doc didn't even get a chance to close the door. The gentle night breeze played with the flame of the oil lamp just inside the door. One last puff and it was out.
Red guided Doc down the stairs and indicated for him to turn into the alley. Louie sat bleary-eyed under the doctor's staircase. He wanted to say hello, but couldn't muster the strength in his intoxicated state. Instead he just watched the two men enter the darkness of the back alley and out of sight.