It was two o'clock in the afternoon when the train finally pulled into the terminal. Kitty was asleep, her head on Newly's shoulder, and he shifted her carefully and went to the conductor. "I'm going back to the baggage car. Can you see if there's anybody from the Harrington Clinic waiting for us?"

The conductor nodded and smiled kindly. "Sure thing, deputy. I hope your friends are going to be all right."

Newly smiled back. "I think they will be now. We owe you a lot." He stuck out his hand and the conductor took it before getting off the train. Newly headed for the baggage car and opened the door.

Doc sat on the floor next to Festus, his hand on the deputy's shoulder, his head leaning against the wall near Matt's. All three men were fast asleep, and when Newly saw them like that he had to wait a moment before going over to the old man and gently shaking him. "Wake up, Doc."

"Hmmm? What is it?"

"We're in Denver." Doc rubbed his eyes and peered around and Newly said, "We just pulled in. The conductor is going to see if anybody from the clinic is here."

Doc nodded and took Festus' wrist. After a moment he sighed and got to his feet to check Matt. He pulled back the blanket and the marshal stirred. "Doc?"

"Right here, Matt." Doc was listening with the stethescope and Matt waited until his old friend put the instrument away before asking, "How's Festus?"

"Well, he's lost some blood and his pulse is not as strong as I'd like it to be but he'll be all right."

Matt tried to push himself up and Doc held him down. "Matt, you're not going to do anybody any good if you break those stitches!"

The marshal turned his head from side to side. "Where's Kitty?"

Newly spoke up. "In the passenger car. I'm going to go see what the conductor found out and I'll send her right back."

He started to leave and the door to the car opened. Kitty came in and hurried over to Matt, kneeling down to put her face close to his. "How you doing, cowboy?"

He smiled and touched her cheek. "A lot better than I was."

Kitty smiled back and held his hand to her face for a moment, then stood up. "Doc, the conductor notified the clinic and they're sending an ambulance. It should be here in half an hour."

"Good," said Doc crankily. "I'm tired of trying to keep Marshal Dillon here quiet...maybe they'll have better luck over there." Kitty bent down to look at Festus. "He'll be all right, Kitty. Nothing G L Harrington can't handle. He's got one of the best clinics in the country."