"We were defending ourselves!" Mike said as Sanders locked the cell door behind her.
"That is yet to be determined, Mrs. Yardner," he said putting the key on the peg outside of the cells.
"And if you do find out we didn't just murder Starcourt and his men?"
"Then you'll be free to go," Sanders replied with a wiry grin. "Until then, you may as well make yourself comfortable."
"I've slept in worse places," Mike said looking around at the cell that was used mostly to house drunks.
"How bad is it?" Newly asked watching Doc dabbing the gashes on Featus head with an alcohol soaked rag.
"Well," Doc said looking over the rim of his glasses. "This one's going to take a few stitches."
"And Matt?" Newly said as Kitty came out of Doc's spare room.
"The same," Kitty replied worriedly.
Doc nodded as he put the rag down and reached into his bag for a needle and thread as the hill man suddenly came to. "Take it easy, Festus," Doc said quickly turning back to his patient.
Festus moaned as he opened his eyes and looked around. "Doc, that ol ornery Marshal take Miss Mike?"
Doc nodded as Festus started to sit up. "Now hold on!" Doc said putting an arm across the hill man's chest. "You're not going no where!"
"Can't let him lock her up?" Festus said groggily.
"There's nothing you can do at the moment and I'm not about to let you go down there and get your head busted open again by that jackass!"
Festus finally relented and laid back on Doc's exam table as the physician looked at Newly. "Get some laudanum, will you Newly. He don't need to feel these stitches."
"Sure, Doc," Newly said going to the cabinet where Doc kept his medicines.
"I'm going to see if there's anything I can get for Mike," Kitty said meeting Doc's eyes. "To make her more comfortable."
Doc nodded as Newly brought the bottle of laudanum to him. "I don't think it'll do her any good."
"Neither do I, Newly," Doc said quietly.
Kitty smiled sweetly as she stepped into the jail and nodded at Marshal Sanders.
"What do you want, Miss Russell?" he said looking up from his paperwork.
"I'd like to speak to Mrs. Yardner and was also wondering if I could bring her a few things to make her more comfortable."
"Let me guess," Sanders said sitting back in his seat. "A pillow and blanket from that brothel you call a saloon!"
"If that's what you wish to call it," Kitty replied agitated. "I'm not going to stop you as long as you let me bring Mike what she needs!"
"A pillow, blanket and a change of clothes is all I will allow and you have five minutes to speak with her," Sanders said waving Kitty away.
"I hope, I get to see Matt run you out of town!" Kitty stated angrily before entering the area where the cells were located.
"Careful," Mike said with a sideways glance. "Or you could find yourself in here with me or worse."
"If he's smart he won't even think about it," Kitty said harshly. "He's going to be in for it already with Matt over what he's done to you and Festus!"
"How are they?" Mike asked worriedly.
"Matt's still the same and Festus came around as I left. Doc's got his hands full, I'm afraid."
"Well," Mike replied evenly. "This is something, I'm unfamiliar with myself."
"Don't worry," Kitty said with a wiry grin. "I'm sure they'll find no evidence to hold you for long."
The first thing Matt noticed when he came to was the fact that he was alone which made him wonder if Mike had returned home. The second thing was how weak he was, so weak in fact, he had trouble just bringing his arm up to his head. "Doc," he said more or less groaning.
Doc looked up at Newly from putting the last suture in Festus wound and indicated the other room.
"Finish this for me, will you?"
"Yes, sir," Newly said as Doc grabbed a clean towel to wipe his hands on.
"I'm here, Matt," Doc said rushing into his spare room. "Take it easy," he said taking a seat next to the lawman, he reached for his wrist.
"Where's Mike," he asked looking around. "And Kitty?"
"I'll explain everything in a minute," Doc said checking his watch before letting Matt's wrist go. "Tell me how your feeling first, any pain?"
"No," Matt said as his head swam. "Just weak and dizzy!"
"That's the blood loss," Doc said swiping at his mustache. "You're lucky to be alive after that fool stunt you pulled earlier."
"I don't know what your talking about," Matt said closing his eyes against a wave of nausea.
"I'm talking about getting out of bed. You were hemorrhaging! It took everything I had to stop it! You do that again and you'll be dead, understand?"
"Yeah," Matt replied completely docile. "Now tell me what's going on?"
