Wilbur Jonas awoke to the sound of Miss Kitty moaning. His eyes fluttered open and he then sat up. The motion was too much for him as he saw stars and his aching head spun. Jonas then realized that he had trouble seeing out of his right eye. Slowly he lifted his hand and touched his eye lid. When he pulled his hand back, it was coated in warm red blood. The store owner then could feel the pain of the gash on his forehead and that blood was freely flowing down his face.

Jonas looked around and every thing was blurry. He searched for his eyeglasses and quickly grew frustrated when he couldn't see them or feel them as he felt around. He turned and looked up to the side of the stagecoach and felt something touch his left cheek. Slowly he lofted his hand and felt his glasses hanging from his ear. He almost laughed but then he remembered what happened.

Jonas put his glasses on and winced as he again touched his forehead. He then looked about and saw Kitty Russell slumped into the corner of the stagecoach cabin where they remained.

Kitty moaned and only stirred slightly. Jonas shifted his weight and then crawled over to Kitty, "Miss Kitty," he gently touched Kitty's shoulder. She moaned some more. Jonas moved even closer, "Miss Kitty, wake up. We have to get out of the stagecoach," Jonas tried to make Kitty wake.

The store owner slumped back and tried to clear his aching head. Jonas leaned back for a moment and rested his head on what was the seat. He looked over to Kitty Russell and wondered what was wrong with her. Then he wished Doc were here to help. And further his thoughts he wondered if there was some thing he might have been able to do during the heist, and once the stagecoach was on a roll. Jonas drew a deep breath and tried to think of what would be the most useful thing for him to do.

Jonas looked over to Kitty again and then pushed himself up opening the door. Jonas carefully poked his head up through the doorway and looked around. He kept having to wipe blood from his eye. He hadn't a clue where he was.

It was a bit of a struggle but Jonas managed to climb up out of the stage. He swung his legs down over the side, which was actually the top. Again he surveyed the landscape and nothing was familiar to him. Jonas tried again to clear his head. He blinked his eyes and found a way down to the ground - his knees almost gave out from under him and his stomach flipped.

Jonas pushed off from the stagecoach and walked to the road. He looked down at the tracks and had two choices - follow the horses, or follow the tracks from where they came. To him it seemed like six of one and a half dozen of the other. He needed Doc to look at Miss kitty, and they needed horses to get help.

Jonas looked down at the road and with the toe of his shoe made an arrow toward the stagecoach and another in the direction of the horses. He hoped that the symbols were visible enough that anyone stumbling upon them would see them. And with that, Jonas held his forehead and walked toward the direction of the horses. He had no idea where they were, but it was the only thing he could think of that would help at this point.

Doc and Matt were making slow progress. Doc kept telling Matt he should stay put while he went ahead to see what had happened to the stagecoach and it occupants, however, Matt wanted no part of that. He needed to know what happened to Kitty and Jonas. Doc was equally concerned for Kitty and Jonas, but also concerned that Matt was losing blood, "You have to slow down, Matt," Doc urged.

"Doc, Kitty and Jonas could be seriously injured, and my wound isn't that bad, or I'd still be laying on my back," Matt grumbled.

"I'm your doctor and I say that your wound is bad enough that you shouldn't be walking all over the countryside!" Doc barked. Matt stopped in his tracks and glared at the physician. Doc knew the look ad pursed his lips. He shot his own look back.

"If we can find the stagecoach with Kitty and Jonas, we can stay together," Matt reasoned. "And once the stage doesn't arrive on time, hopefully Festus and Newly will twig to it that something is wrong," he stated.

"That is still a long time," Doc fussed.

"It the best we can do," Matt grunted and continued to walk down the road.

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Dwight Hodgson was well ahead of Frank Elcombe and James Doris. Doris was doubled over in his saddle. One of Doc's bullets hit him in the side and he was growing weaker by the mile. "We have to stop," Elcombe stated out loud to Hodgson.

Hodgson pulled his horse to a stop, "Fine. We'll rest here the night. I don't expect anyone will find what's left of the stagecoach until well into tomorrow, if even then. By then we'll be over the state line and free and clear," Hodgson smiled as he stepped down from his horse. He assisted James Doris down from his horse and settled his friend on the ground, "Let's have a look," he said while pulling Doris' tunic up. Hodgson made a face and looked up to Elcombe.

"How bad it is?" Elcombe asked.

"Bad enough. He needs a doctor," Hodgson indicated.

"Where do you suppose we can find one?" Elcombe asked.

Hodgson thought for a moment, "We'll get us a change of close and of into Dodge. If I remember there's a pretty good saw-bones there and no one will know any better. It was a hunting accident, wasn't it?" Hodgson smiled.

Frank Elcombe smiled broadly, "Yeah. A hunting accident!"