Kitty's jaw muscled tightened and she stood quickly to leave the courtroom – she was satisfied with the verdict, but the waiting to see the man responsible for the gang that raped her hang was unbearable; she needed him gone - now.

Doc watched Kitty leave and wondered why, but he quickly dismissed her actions as he got swept up celebrations to end Jared Baker's reign of terror and the crowed cheered as the judge finished his sentencing.

Kitty confidently walked to the back of the church and waited for Matt to bring the prisoners out – she slipped her right and into her handbag and clutched the derringer's ivory grip; her eyes were black with rage and chest heaving with hate.

Finally the back door of the church opened and Matt stepped through with Jared Baker and the others in shackles – Kitty wet her lips and stepped forward, catching Matt by surprise, "Kitty?"

Kitty said nothing as she pulled the derringer from her handbag and pointed it directly at Jared Baker's chest. Her hand trembled as her finger hooked around the trigger, anxiously wanting to pulled the trigger. Her finer grew tighter and her gaze became more fixed on the man's face, "Die," she said coldly.

Matt quickly stepped in front of the gun, "No, Kitty," he said, eyeing the redhead.

"I have to, Matt," Kitty said – her voice was calculated and emotionless as she stared at the somewhat stunned Jared Baker – he didn't think a woman would have it in her to try and kill him.

Matt shook his head no, "Don't do it Kitty. Don't lower yourself to his standards," Matt said as he motioned for Festus and Newly to moved the men back to the jail; they slowly moved on and wondered what would happen next.

Matt then gently pulled the gun away from Kitty, tucking it into his waist band. Her eyes welled with tears, "He doesn't deserved to live another day. He needs to be dead now, why wait?" she said angrily as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Matt quickly wrapped his armed around her and hugged her – she sobbed into his chest. Matt closed his eyes, as he kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Let me take you home," he whispered, and without resistance, he led Kitty back to the Long Branch.

Charles Downie watched from across the street, lost in the crowd as they jeered Jared and his gang he stepped back and left Dodge, realizing that his hopes of freeing his friends was hopeless. Quietly with his head down, he walked up the boardwalk hoping to go unnoticed; however, his secretive walk caught the attention of Doc.

Kitty unlocked the front door of the saloon and Matt held the swing doors open allowing Kitty through. He locked the main door behind him and walked Kitty to the table at the back of the room - they were the only two in the building. As Kitty walked, she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, while Matt guided her to a chair, "Kitty, I'm so sorry all of this happened. I'm even more sorry that I wasn't here for you," he said kneeling next to her as she sat down. "I can't begin to imagine how you feel or what you are thinking, but the court will take care of Jared and his men, now," he said in a hushed caring voice.

Kitty looked over to Matt, her mascara running, "Thank you Matt," she tried to smile, placing her hand on his cheek, stroking it with her thumb, "I'll be fine, in time," she added. Matt gently took her hand and kissed her palm – he knew Kitty was a strong woman, but he'd never her seen her like this, however, he also knew that her inner strength would triumph with the help of her friends.

Kitty closed her eyes and drank in the warmth of Matt's tenderness – she wanted it to last forever, however, she knew he had to go back to the jail and finalize the trial proceedings. She slowly opened her eyes to see Matt standing, "I'll be back later," he said softly. She nodded in understanding, "I'll be here," she smiled weakly. Matt smiled back, slowly letting go of Kitty's hand before he walked to the front doors of the saloon and left.

Doc walked down the boardwalk, "Matt!" he hollered out from up the street. The marshal was slightly annoyed by the doctor, "What is it Doc?" he said gruffly.

"There's a fellow up the street, and he sure looks like of this that lot," the doctor said thumbing toward the jail house, "and he's acting awfully suspicious," he added. Matt's eyes narrowed and he looked up the street, "Where did you see him?" he asked.

Doc quickly pointed up the street, "He was near the butcher shop. He's wearing a dusty black hat and looks just as scruffy as those other mangy no-goods."

Matt didn't say another word; instead he dashed off in the direction Doc had indicated to look for a scruffy looking gun man wearing a dusty black hat. Doc ticked his head as he watched the marshal run the street.

Matt followed Front Street and where it curved past the old tree, he slowed his pace, with his eyes searching for the man that Doc told him about – everyone in town knew there was a man that wasn't caught, but not all of them could point them out, so Doc's description certainly fit that. Matt saw the man a little further up the boardwalk and walked swiftly with long strides until he spotted the man, "Stop where you are, Downie," Matt ordered.

Charles Downie froze in his tracks – he slowly turned and glared at the marshal, "What do you want with me?" he asked as his hands hovered over his hips.

"You are part of Jared Baker's gang and you are going to face a trial just like the rest of them, "Matt stated as he inched forward, his right hand ready near his own gun.

Downie laughed, "I don't have a clue what you're talking about!" he continued to laugh as he turned away.

"I ordered you to stop," Matt yelled again. "Drop your guns," he firmly said as people began to move away and duck into nearby stores; peering out the windows and doors.

Downie flexed his jowl muscles and began to turn, this time, he snapped his right gun out of the holster, and fired. There were two shots fired, one hit its target, the other missed. Downie staggered forward, slowly his knees buckled and the gun tumbled from his hand, before he fell face first onto the street. Matt slowly pushed his gun into his holster and looked around for a few able bodies to take the dead man over to Percy Crump's.

Matt walked back down the street, he knew he had to have Kitty look at the dead man, and wasn't looking forward to asking her to do so – first however, he decided to check in with the judge at the jail and finalize what needed to be done.

Word quickly spread about the shooting and ad people poured into the Long Branch it and the trial were the talk of the town. Kitty wanted to escape, but also need to know what was on people's minds – it was hard to stay in the room, but she forced herself and got her mind off of everything by helping Sam behind the very busy bar.

Doc stood quietly leaning against the bar – nothing felt right and the mood in the saloon matched the one out on the streets – the hangings couldn't come sooner.

Kitty finished with a customer and noticed the doctor, with his head hung low. She slowly moved down the bar and stopped in front of her dear friend, "You seem rather glum," she said.

Doc lifted his head, "Sorry. I guess," he said standing straight and swiping his hand across his moustache, "things just don't seem the same," he said ticking his head.

Kitty nodded, "No they aren't, but stewing about it won't help," she said trying to smile.

Doc's eyes locked onto the redhead, "You are a remarkable," he said straight out.

"It comes from years of experience," Kitty said as her eyes lifted to the door of the saloon. Matt stood tall and slowly made his way across the floor. He stopped at the bar next to Doc and looked at Kitty, "Can we talk?" he asked.

Kitty nodded. Matt extended his hand across the bar and allowed Kitty to walk out from behind the bar when he paused, "Are you sure?" he asked.

Kitty swallowed and looked up to Matt, "Yes," she said firmly.

Matt hooked his arm around Kitty and the two of them slowly walked up to her room. On the way, he told her about Charles Downie, and she seemed more relaxed as she opened the door and allowed Matt into her room. With a quick look down at the floor she saw Doc watching and she nodded to him, allowing him to know it was time for her to move on and then she closed the door behind her.

Doc sighed, "Sam, pour me a drink please," he said as he looked over to the barkeep and Sam obliged.