Doc returned his attention to Kitty who was now stirring, "Kitty?" he asked as he knelt down next to his dear friend and picked up her hand. The doctor hoped with all he had that Kitty wasn't seriously injured in anyway, "Honey?" he said as he patted her hand.

Kitty's eyes slowly opened and she looked around, "Doc? Where's Jonas?" she said with panic in her voice.

Doc swallowed, "He's out on the road with Matt," Doc said in a hushed voice.

"Matt? How is Matt?" she struggled to sit, but a broken rib halted her movement and she bit her lower lip.

Doc Matt has a bad wound, and Jonas is hurt too," Doc sighed, "I have to figure out how to get help for the three of you," he said wearily.

"Oh, Doc. This is such a nightmare," Kitty said as she looked up at the doctor.

"I know," Doc stood. "I want you to stay right there. I'm going to get Matt and Jonas over here too," he said as he looked around the interior of the stagecoach. Doc's eyes spotted a large crack in the back wall, which was behind the rear seat. With all his might, the doctor kicked at the panelling several times and it finally gave way. He had created a fairly decent opening into the stagecoach, without having to go out the door above his head.

Doc looked back at Kitty who was watching with interest, "You stay put, do you hear me?" he warned as he popped out the new opening to see how Matt and Jonas were. "Believe me, Doc. I ain't gonnin' nowhere," Kitty stated as she watched the doctor walk out to the road. She couldn't see from where she was how Matt and Jonas were. She was, however, eternally grateful that both men were still alive. She relaxed slightly.

Doc hustled toward Matt and Wilbur Jonas. Jonas was laying on his side in the middle of the dirt road. Doc reached both men and he could see the strain on Matt's face. "Matt, go back to the stagecoach and sit with Kitty. You can't exert yourself any more with that bullet in you," Doc cautioned.

"What about him?" Matt looked down at the semiconscious store owner.

"I'll deal with Jonas. Go on," Doc ticked his head toward the stagecoach. He studied Matt as the marshal slowly stood and wobbled slightly on his feet. The doctor knew that Matt had lost a lot of blood and with every step his heart pumped more out of his body. Doc continued to watch Matt until he reached the stagecoach and stepped in through the opening to be with Kitty.

Doc turned back to Jonas, "Jonas, can you hear me?" Doc was certain what Jonas had a concussion. Jonas' eyes fluttered open and he startled, "Where am I?" she asked quickly and tried to sit up, but Doc pinned him to the ground, "Easy now," Doc said to soothe him. "Don't you remember the stagecoach accident?" Doc inquired.

Jonas layed on the ground and thought, "It's coming back to me," he said.

Doc tightened his lips, "I think, my friend, you have a slight concussion," he said as he wrapped a handkerchief around Jonas' head over the gaping wound on his forehead, "That's going to require stitches," he said as he snugged up the knot. Jonas looked completely lost and exhausted.

Doc cupped his hand under the store owner's arm, "Come on. We have to get up off the road," he said as he lifted Jonas' arm. Jonas was slow to move, but eventually he pulled together enough energy to sit and then stand with the doctor's assistance. The road moved under his feet.

Doc guided the store owner back to the over turned stagecoach and careful lower him next to Matt inside.

Matt sat with his head resting on the ceiling, which was now a wall. He rolled his head sideways and looked up at Doc, "What now?"

Doc ran his hand across his moustache and looked over to the team of horses. He drew a deep breath and looked back to Matt. "I want you to keep an eye on Jonas. Try not to let him sleep more than a few minutes at a time. I think he's got a concussion," Doc stated.

"Why can't you do that?" Matt asked wearily.

Doc pursed his lips and looked back at the horses, "Because it looks like I'm going to ride into Dodge tonight to get help," he stated. Matt was too exhausted and weak to argue, "Be careful," he warned. Doc nodded and the turned toward the horses.

The doctor was much more comfortable in his advancing years to ride in his buggy, however, he was also not uncomfortable to sit a horse, even an unsaddled one, if it meant getting help for his friends. Doc approached the team of horses and chose one of the smaller animals at the back. He didn't want the spirited lead horse.

"Easy now. Whoa," he said as he stoked the animal's neck. Carefully the doctor unbuckled the harness and walked the animal to the road. He took advantage of a large rock to get him up onto the horse's back. With a slight clicking sound and a nudge with his heels, he told a hold of the reins and started off toward Dodge.

It was growing dusk and the long shadows of fall were stretching across the ground. Doc didn't often travel this route, but based on the trip so far, he figured it would be close to midnight before he reached Dodge.

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James Doris moaned, "I have to get help soon," he looked up at Frank Elcombe who was patting the wounded man's head with a damp cloth. "We'll get you to Dodge tomorrow, so just rest a bit. Dwight and I have to do some thinking," he smiled down at his friend.

"Yeah. Tomorrow," Doris groaned as he held his side. "I sure wish we had some whiskey," he said through his gritted teeth.

Hodgson looked down at his two friends, "Try and keep him quiet, will you?" he said from the edge of their camp. "You know we still have to find some other clothing, unless we come up with a better idea on how to explain that wound."

Doris looked up at Hodgson, "Why can't we just tell someone we were ambushed by the gun runners?"

"Why would we be ambushed and only one of us gets shot?" Hodgson barked back.

"Hell, I don't know, but it's better than that hunting accident," Doris groaned.

Hodgson twisted his lips in thought, "You know Jimmy Boy, you might be on to something."