Matt stopped the wagon in front of Mike's house and smiled when Sutler greeted them from the porch with a bark.

"We weren't gone that long," Matt said lifting a box with sugar, flour and coffee out of the wagon."

"Wonder what his problem is," Mike said opening the door.

Stepping inside, Mike shivered and stopped when she noticed Dan's saddle bags had been ransacked and the contents left all over her kitchen table.

"What is it?" Matt said putting the box on the floor.

"Someone's been in here," she said looking around. "And they seem awfully interested in you."

"Starcourt?" Matt said picking up the saddle bags and placing the few nondescript items he carried inside them.

"That would be my guess," Mike said running a hand though her hair. "He knows, Johnny's dead. I'm sure he's wondering where you came from."

"Let him wonder," Matt replied pulling the woman into his arms. "I'm not letting him or anyone else chase me away."

(Dodge)

Doc closed the medical text book he'd been reading though and yawned as he pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time.

Rising from his seat at the desk, he stretched his back before shuffling over to check the stove. The sound of spurs coming up the stairs toward his office made him smile.

"Doc," Festus said stepping inside the office.

"I'm sure glad to see you," Doc said with a slight nod. "Did you find Matt?"

Festus took off his hat and slowly moved toward the chair beside Doc's desk. "I found him," he said turning to take a seat.

The tone of his friends voice, the worst for wear look and the dried blood on the hill man's shirt made the physician brace for the worst as he joined Festus at his desk.

"Tell me," he said gently.

Festus shook his head before he leaned forward. "I don't know how," he said meeting Doc's eyes. "Matthew, he's alive but he ain't Matthew no more. Least not the Matthew we knew."

Doc's forehead wrinkled in confusion at Festus words. "Your not making much sense," Doc said eagerly. "Start from the beginning."

Festus nodded before he spoke. "I was a riddin to this big ranch when I head some gun shots so I went to see what the ruckus was about. I came to a fork in the road where this fella was a takin shots at a wagon. It was Matthew and a shemale was with him. I took ma own gun and fired at the feller that was a shooting at them."

"Did you get him?" Doc asked concerned.

"Sure did," Festus said quickly. "Then I went ta see bout Matthew."

"And," Doc prompted when the hill man shook his head.

"Doc," he said meeting his friends eyes. "Ol Matthew didn't even know who I was!"

"What," Doc said quietly as Festus continued.

"That woman said, she found him like that," Festus said excitedly. "He didn't remember Dodge or that he was the Marshal or anything!"

"Well, why didn't you bring him back? Where is he?" Doc exclaimed.

"He wouldn't come with me," Festus explained. "Said, he weren't going no where with anyone. Seems ta me, Doc, that Matthew didn't want ta be found."

Doc stood up walked over to the window for a moment lost in his own thoughts before turning around to face Festus again. "Amnesia can do strange things to a person but not wanting to know who he was or where he was from don't sound like Matt at all."

"I'm thinkin it had more ta do with that woman," Festus said thoughtfully. "She seemed kinda smitten with Matthew."

"Did it look like he returned her affections," Doc asked curiously.

"Maybe," Festus replied as Doc sighed. "What we gonna tell Miss Kitty, Doc?"

"Well," Doc said swiping at his mustache. "I think you should let me handle that tomorrow. Right now, I want to have a look at that arm and then I want you to get some sleep."

"T'aint nothing," Festus said with a shrug of his shoulder. "Just grazed me that's all. I need ta see bout the jail and Newly."

"Newly's fine," Doc said opening the bottom drawer of his desk. Taking out a whiskey bottle and two glasses, he poured the amber colored liquid and slid one over to the hill man. "This will make you feel like sleeping."

"Much obliged, Doc," Festus said downing the drink.

Mike warmed a pot of coffee over the stove as Matt sat in the wooden rocker in front of the fireplace cleaning a shot gun and pistol.

"Aren't you the least bit curious," Mike said putting the cup on the table beside his chair.

"About," Matt asked looking up.

"What that man said, about the people in Dodge caring about you?"

Matt stopped for a moment and smiled. "Nope," he said looking at her. "The only one I care about is right here and I hope you feel the same."

"You know I do," Mike said leaning over to kiss the large man.