After Matt and Doyle watched the undertaker take Eaton's body away, they headed over toward the jail.
"You know Marshal," Doyle said stepping into the jail. "I sure would like to get my hands on the rest of his gang. It's been a goal of the Governor's for years to get rid of Eaton."
"Well, Festus said, Eaton told him he had been hiding out in Mexico and only coming up here occasionally to see his wife," Matt replied. "But I am curious about one thing."
"What's that," Doyle said removing his gun belt.
"Festus asked him how he heard that he had been mistaken for him all the way to Mexico," Matt said curiously. "Eaton replied that he had big ears."
"You don't think," Doyle said lowly. "That someone in this town may be supplying him with information."
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Matt said clinching his jaw. "And if I'm right, they'll be coming here to bust out Eaton's wife and when they do, they'll tear up this town."
"What do you mean, your not leaving," Kitty said curtly, standing in the parlor next to the room where Festus was sleeping.
"Just until we make sure Eaton's gang isn't coming here for his wife," Matt said in hushed tones.
"Matt," Doc said harshly. "You can't expect Festus to stay here after what he's been though."
"I'm not," Matt said evenly. "I want you and Kitty to take him home on the next stage."
"I don't like this, Matt," Kitty said crossing her arms.
"It can't be helped, Kitty," Matt said tipping his hat up. "The only law in this town is Doyle, Sheriff Buckley quit already once, I'm not going to count on him to take care of things here. Besides, the governor has already wired the orders for me to stay, if I leave, I'll be disobeying a direct order from the governor."
Festus awoke a few hours later drenched in a cold sweat, his heart racing, he shook his head to clear it. The dream had been so vivid, so real and even though, he knew it was only a dream, it still bothered him enough that he decided to get up and take a walk to clear his head.
The room was dark and empty, sliding off his spurs, the hill man slid on his boots and softly made his way to the door.
Behind the door, the parlor's lamp glowed brightly. Stopping at the door, he listened the hushed voices of Kitty, Doc and Matt.
Turning the handle, he opened the door as Matt, Kitty and Doc looked up from where they were seated at the table.
"Festus," Doc said standing up. "What are you doing out of bed?"
"Can't sleep," the hill man said quietly. "Thought I'd go fer a walk."
"I can give you something," Doc said gently.
"No!" Festus snapped lowering his head, he brushed past the Doctor.
"You alright," Doc said quickly grabbing his arm.
"I will be when I get outa this here town," Festus replied, his eyes hooded in darkness.
"Don't be long," Doc said letting him go.
The physician swiped his mustache before turning back around to the shocked expression's of Matt and Kitty.
"The sooner we leave the better," Doc said as Matt and Kitty nodded their agreement.
Festus stepped outside the hotel into the cool night air and took a deep breath before looking up at the scaffolding still erected in the center of town.
Turning away from the structure, he walked slowly down the boardwalk, rounding the corner, he nearly ran into with Agent Doyle.
"Mr. Haggen," Doyle said holstering his revolver. "I thought, I heard someone walking around."
"Didn't mean ta scare ya," Festus replied evenly. "Just couldn't sleep is all."
"I don't doubt it," Doyle said pulling out some tobacco and a cigarette paper. "You smoke?"
"No," Festus replied looking around.
"I suppose, you'll be leaving on the stage tomorrow?" Doyle said lighting the cigarette.
Festus nodded before he spoke. "You'll forgive me if I don't have any warm and fuzzy feelings bout this here town," the hill man said curtly.
"I understand," Doyle said evenly before heading toward the jail. "And I don't blame you."
Festus scoffed as he turned around and headed back to the entrance of the hotel.
"Matthew," he said as the lawman stepped outside. "Ol Doc send ya out here?"
"Ya," Matt said grinning before he looped his thumbs into his gun belt.
Festus nodded as he slid past Matt and headed back toward the hotel room. "C'mon then," the hill man said. "Before the old scutter comes a lookin his self."
Matt smiled as he followed Festus inside.