Doc slowly climbed his staircase and entered his office. Newly sat at the doctor's desk reading the newspaper. "How's Louie doing since we've moved him to the other bed?" Doc asked are he placed his hat on the coat rack behind the door. His coat was next to come off.

"He mumbled something a while ago, but hasn't said anything since." Newly stood up and placed the newspaper back down on the desk.

"Well, I'll check his pulse in a few minutes." Doc moved into the room and drew his hand across his moustache.

"Doc. You look worried. Is Louie that bad off?" Newly's voice was filled with concern for both the doctor and Louie.

Doc turned to the young deputy. "I am worried. If there was a way to get Louie down to the jail house, I would feel better."

"Sorry, Doc. I don't follow you." Newly's eye brows arched.

"Since Louie recognized the person that stabbed him, and he's not dead...I bet my horse and buggy that the killer will try again." Doc rubbed the back of his neck.

Newly pat the doctor on the shoulder. "We'll keep a watch out. You just don't worry."

Doc's crystal blue eyes met Newly brown eyes. They both knew it was going to be hard not to worry. "Listen, Doc. I'll stop in again a bit later."

"Sure Newly. And thanks for everything." Doc sighed. "I sure hope you're right...I mean about not having to worry.

Newly flashed a reassuring smile before he left Doc.

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Widow Miller stood in the shadows and watched the deputy leave the doctor's office. Her eyes narrowed in thought. As soon as Newly turn up the street to the Long Branch she started to cross the street. She stopped suddenly as she saw the marshal and Festus join Newly on the boardwalk - she withdrew back into the shadows. She strained her hearing wondering what they were talking about. She watched Newly point to Doc's office and both Matt and Festus nodded before they parted ways.

Once again Beth Miller started across Front Street to Doc's office. Once she reached the stairs, she took a quick look around making sure she wasn't seen. And if she was, she had a reason; she'd claim to be ill. Slowly and quietly she mounted the stairs until she reached the door. She peered through the window and noticed Doc coming out of the back room with his stethoscope in hand. He pulled the door closed behind him.

Widow Miller straighten her back and knocked on the door.

Doc had just sat down and thinking that it was Matt, Festus or Newly at the door he just said. "It's open..." He continued with the paperwork he was reading.

Widow Miller opened the door and slipped in quickly before closing it behind her. "Where is he?" She hissed.

Doc's heart jumped. The voice he heard wasn't one that familiar to him. Slowly he looked up to the woman in front of him. She held a fair sized paring knife in her hand.

Doc swallowed hard. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest as the adrenalin built up within his body. He slowly stood and narrowed his eyes at the woman before him. "It was you that killed the others, wasn't it?" His voice was calm although he was on edge. He tried ti think how he was going to get the knife from Beth Miller.

"It isn't you I want Doc...get out of the way." Beth Miller hissed and waved her knife toward the doctor. He stepped back and bumped into his desk. His hand landing on the newspaper. Quickly he clutched the paper and swatted hard at the hand holding the knife in front of him.

Widow Miller gasped as the knife spilled from her hand. Still full of determination she looked around and spotted a scalpel which she grabbed. With unparallel strength she lunged at Doc and plunged the scalpel deep into his left shoulder. And with all his might he shoved her away before yelling out "Help!"

Miller scowled at the doctor and fled. As she ran down the stairs she saw Matt and Festus charging up the street. She drew a quick breath and ran into the dark alley. By now Newly and Kitty were also out on the street looking for the source of the plea for help.

Then Kitty spotted Doc. He stood in the doorway and slowly slid down to the floor. Matt took two steps at a time followed but Festus, Newly and Miss Kitty. Matt held Doc gently by the shoulders stopping his from falling forward. "Doc? What happened?"

Doc slowly raised his head and rested it on the door jam. "Beth Miller. You need to find her. She's the one you're looking for..." Doc swallowed hard and then sighed before he became unconscious.

"Willow Miller?" Matt looked over his shoulder to the small group huddled around him. "Newly. You and Kitty look after Doc. Festus, you and I are going out to the Miller place." Matt's eyes were filled with anger and his body language spoke volumes. He was very angry, so much so his clenched jaw muscles showed.