Red grabbed Doc by the scruff and jerked him to his feet. Doc knew the man was strong, but the brut force of his action caught him off guard. His mouth fell open as he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. His eyes shifted wildly while he clutched his medical bag off the table as Red practically dragged him from the saloon.
Once out on the old boardwalk, Red glanced around through the rain to see where he could that the old man and deal with him. His mind settled on the old jail house across the way. Still with a tight hold on Doc's vest and shirt shoulder he pushed him across the street to the ramshackle building.
Doc had had enough and decided his only chance of escape was to make a run for it. With all his might he swung his medical bag into the stomach of Red who instantly let go of him. Doc dropped the bag and as quickly as his legs would carry him headed to the alley next to the jail house.
Red straightened himself and raced after Doc tackling him heavily into the ground. Red's anger level was now well above what it was a few seconds early. He rolled Doc over and crashed his right fist across his brow before pulling Doc to his feet.
Doc staggered from the blow.
Red didn't end there. The doubled his fist again landing a solid punch to Doc's left rib cage. Doc dropped to his knees with a groan.
"You gonna come more peaceful like now?" Red huffed.
Doc didn't answer. He couldn't.
Red bent over and grabbed Doc by the shoulders to pull him to his feet and pushed him toward the old jail. With every step Doc's ribs screamed in pain. By now Red figured the old man would not be any more a bother so he just shoved him hard thought the open door. Doc's feet hardly touched the floor as he crashed heavily into the old wooden desk and chair which collapsed under the force and his weight. Doc groaned but did not move.
Red swiped his hands across each other motioning that he'd finished with the old doctor. He stepped back out to the street and picked up Doc's medical bag. He looked at it and then heaved it though the door of the jail. It landed on the floor just missing Doc.
Red quickly headed back to the saloon and reported to Garrett. "He won't be bothering us. The rain has let up. Let move out."
Garrett slowly smiled at his lone friend and pat him on the should. "We'll take all four horses." And with that he and Red got ready to leave.
Doc laid semi-conscious. He heard the horses gallop down the street and into the distance. Dispar now overwhelmed him.