(September 3, 1885)

(8:30 AM)

Near the train station, the siblings are walking down the tracks under the blistering heat of the desert. They were heading towards Hill Valley. Marty kept pulling on his shirt collar, feeling himself sweating.

Ally looked up at her brother and noticed how uncomfortable he was. "Something wrong, Marty?" she asked. "Man, it's so hot out here. I think I'm chafing," he answered.

"I could've gone my whole life without that mental image in my head. You could've just told me that you didn't know," Ally said, giving him a look of disgust.

"What's with you, Ally? Aren't you scared?" Marty shot her a look. "If I'm being honest, I'm petrified. I just wanna find Doc and get the hell out of here," Ally nodded.

Marty wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a one-arm hug. "We'll find him. Don't worry," he assured her. Ally smiled up at him and she got out from underneath his arm.

The siblings make it to the train station. They saw the sign that read 'Hill Valley', Marty giving it a whistle. They walk through the sign and enter the town.

Both were amazed to see how Hill Valley looked in the Western era. They walked through the town and saw people driving horses and wagons. Everyone there was wearing old clothing, men in cowboy outfits and women in vibrant colored dresses. So they both stood out from everyone else.

There were old stores and even a butcher shop, where a butcher was chopping a hunk of meat up. The siblings see a banner hanging between two lampposts that advertised, 'Hill Valley Festival, September 5, 1885,' They saw it was for the dedication to the clock tower, which was being constructed in the square.

They saw that the courthouse was being built up. "Whoa, this is heavy," Ally said, turning to her brother. Marty nodded in agreement before he saw a horse-drawn wagon driving by, nearly running him over.

Luckily, Marty jumped out of the way before he could get hit. He ended up landing into manure. Ally had to hold back her laughter, which was hard.

"It's not funny, Ally!" he exclaimed, shooting her a look. "Then why am I laughing?" she laughed. He stepped out of it and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "You're so lucky I'm such a gentleman and your brother otherwise, you'd be in that manure,"

Ally gave her a glare and she said, "You wouldn't," "I'm just kiddin'," he said, releasing her. "You better be," she sighed.

The both of them enter a saloon. All the tenants ceased what they were doing and looked up at who walked inside.

"Take a look at what just breezed in the door," an old man commented. Another old man that was sitting at the same table added, "Why, I didn't know the circus was in town,"

The third member of their band looked Marty up and down, "Looks like he got that shirt off'n a dead Chinee," "I was meaning the pretty young lady there," the first old man said.

They looked at Ally and agreed, "She's a pretty thing," Ally didn't like what they were talking about and felt a subtle shiver run up her spine. "I know a certain somebody that'll take a mighty liking to her," the second old man said.

Marty looked at his sister, and she was visibly disturbed. He couldn't blame her for feeling like that.

"You okay?" he whispered in her ear. "I'm not sure. Just...disturbed by getting hit on by guys like that," she mumbled. He kept her close to him and walked over to the bar.

"What'll it be, strangers?" the bartender asked. Ally shook her head and said, "I'll be fine," Marty clasped his hands together over the bar and said, "I'll have, uh, ice water," The men who sat at the table laughed at him and the bartender shot him a confused look.

"Water? You want water, then you better go dunk your heading the horse trawl out there," he responded, getting out a whiskey bottle and a shotglass, "In here, we pour whiskey,"

The bartender poured some of the alcoholic beverage into the small shotglass. Steam rose from the bar and glass. The siblings exchanged 'He's gotta be joking,' looks.

Marty flicked the tiny glass and asked, "Excuse me, we're looking for the blacksmith," Before getting a reply, a deep, gruff voice scared the piss out of the siblings.

"Hey, McFly, Samson! I thought I told the both of you to never come in here!" the voice shouted.

The siblings turn around to face the owner of the voice and saw none other than Buford 'Mad Dog' Tannen. He was a mean-looking fellow who was dressed in all black- complete with dark hair, black stubble, a long, black handlebar mustache, and had a scowl on him that would encourage anybody to walk in the other direction.

He was accompanied by three other men, his gang members. Buford saw the siblings and said, "You aren't Seamus McFly and Cheryl Samson. But you look like them though. Especially with those dawg ugly hats,"

Marty glanced up at his hat and quickly took it off his head. Ally took hers off as well, setting it on the bar. Buford's group laughed at what he said. "You two kin to hay barber?" Buford asked. Neither siblings answer his question.

"What're your names, dudes?" Buford repeated. The siblings exchanged glances and decided to use their other aliases. "Eastwood. Clint Eastwood," Marty replied. "Annie Oakley," Ally introduced herself.

Buford stared at Marty and laughed, "What kind of stupid name is that?" A member of his gang looked down at Marty's Nike shoes. "Take a look at them moccasins. What kind of skins are them? And what's that writing mean... Neekay? What is that, some sort of Injun talk or something?" he laughed.

Ally elbowed Marty in the ribs. "You should've changed out your shoes, Marty. But you had to feed them to the bear," she whispered. Buford looked at Ally and gave a half-smile. "What's a pretty filly like you doin' with this runt here?" Buford said.

"Hey, back it up, pal. She's my sister," Marty stepped in, stepping in front of her. Buford snarled at this but soon turned his attention towards the bar. As the bartender began to pour whiskey, Buford stopped him with the barrel of his gun.

"Bartender... I'm looking for that no-good cheatin' blacksmith. You seen him?" Buford asked gruffly. The bartender shook in his boots and started backing away. "N-No, sir, Mr. Tannen, I have not," he stammered, running out of there.

Marty perked up when the bartender said this, "Tannen? You're Mad Dog Tannen!" Soon, everybody quickly hides just after he said this. "You shouldn't have said that, Marty," Ally said.

Buford flared up in rage when Marty said this and he yelled, "Mad Dog? I hate that name. I hate it, you hear? Nobody calls me Mad Dog. 'Specially not some, duded-up, egg-sucking, gutter trash!" Buford aimed his gun at Marty's feet and started firing.

Marty and Ally both screamed at the shot. Marty jumped out of the bullet's path, narrowly missed his feet. Buford kept his gun aimed at his feet. "Dance!" Buford commanded, firing at Marty's feet.

Marty kept jumping out of the crossfire of Buford's gun, keeping them going while the dust clears. Ally watched as Marty started to moonwalk, just like how Michael Jackson does it.

'Jesus, Marty. They think you're crazy,' Ally thought as he started muttering lyrics from Michael Jackson's song, Billie Jean. He then kicks his heels and did a spin. "Whoo!" he yelled, jumping on a wooden plank.

There was a pot filled with urine and tobacco spit that was sitting on the loose plank that Marty had jumped on. It was launched into the air and it landed on Buford, spilling all of its contents on him.

Marty and Ally cringed at the stench of the pot. "God, that's disgusting," Ally whispered to Marty. Marty nodded in response.

Buford became furious, shaking madly. He pulls out his gun and aimed it at the siblings, causing them to stumble back into the old men's table. However, there weren't any bullets in the gun.

"You better run, squirrels," one of the old men said. "Ya'll get them!" Buford shouted, charging at the siblings. They took his advice and bolted out of the saloon and started to sprint down the dirt road.

Buford's gang follow them out and quickly jump on their horses so they could catch up to the siblings. Ally looked over her shoulders and saw that Buford's gang had lassoes with them.

"Run!" Marty exclaimed, grabbing onto her hand, almost dragging her behind him. Two ropes were thrown around them, and Buford pulled them back on the ground.

They get dragged through the dirt while Buford's friends were laughing and firing their guns. They get dragged through the dirt and into a pile of wood. Marty tries to stand up and sees Ally with bruises and burns on her face.

"Al-Ally, are you-" he said before he was cut off by the rope going around his neck. Ally felt the rope around her neck tighten and she started to choke. "N-No! Leave her alone!" Marty shouted just as the rope got tightened around his neck.

"AGH!" Marty choked, pulling on the rope. "We got ourselves a new courthouse. High time we had a couple of hangings!" Buford announced. Buford's friends pull on the ropes to hoist them up off of the ground.

They were choking and their faces were turning blue from lack of oxygen. Ally felt her vision start to fade into black as she reached out for Marty, her hand was shaking. Marty was looking in Ally's direction.

Then, a tall man in boots wearing a long coat and a cowboy hat walks slowly to the mini-riot. Neither Marty, Ally, or the gang hadn't seen him yet.

The man cocks his gun and aims it at the sibling's ropes, shooting them down. Marty and Ally look up to see that was none other than Doc.

"I'll shoot the fleas off of a dogs back at 500 yards, Tannen! And it's pointed straight at your head!" Doc yelled at Buford. Buford looks at Doc and motioned to his friends that he wanted to speak with Doc.

He rode slowly towards him. "You owe me money, blacksmith," he said bluntly. "How do you figure?" Doc shouted back.

"My horse threw his shoe. Seeing you were the one who did the shoeing, I figure that makes you responsible!" Buford explained. "Well, since you never paid me for the job, I say that makes us even!" Doc replied, holding his gun aside.

Marty crawled over to Ally, who was holding her throat. She was struggling to breathe as was Marty. Her eyes were watery as she looked up at the confrontation between Doc and Buford.

"Wrong! See I was on my horse when he threw his shoe and I got thrown off. That caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky Redeye. So the way I figure, blacksmith, you owe me five dollars for the whiskey, and seventy-five dollars for the horse!" Buford scowled, pointing a harsh finger at him.

"M-Marty... that's the $80..." Ally wheezed, standing to her feet. "Y-Yeah... it is..." Marty rasped, holding his throat. They realized that this was the reason Doc was going to die by the end of the week.

Doc looked at the siblings, rolling his eyes the minute he saw them. This was the one thing that he didn't want them to do. "Look, if your horse threw his shoe off, bring him back and I'll reshoe him!" Doc offered, turning his attention back to Buford.

"I done shot that horse!" Buford argued, throwing his arm up in fury. "Well, that's your problem, Tannen!" Doc shouted, rolling his eyes. Buford pointed his finger at Doc and threatened, "Wrong! That's yours! So from now on, you best be looking behind you when you walk. Because one of these days, you're gonna have a bullet in your back,"

Doc glares at Buford as they rode away noisily, leaving Doc, Marty, and Ally alone for the first time. Marty and Ally get the ropes off of their necks.

"Doc!" They both said, voices scratchy. "Marty, Annie. I gave both of you explicit instructions to not come here and go back to 1985," Doc said, shaking his head.

They stumble towards him, still struggling to breathe. "We-We know, Doc," Marty nodded and took a struggling breath. "But... we had to co-" Ally added, tears in her eyes.

Doc couldn't help but drop his act and he smiled. These two meant everything to him and the passed eight months made him understand that. He put his hands on their shoulders and said, "But it's good to see the both of you,"

And with that, Marty and Ally hugged Doc and he hugged them back. After they pulled apart and looked at what Marty was wearing. "Marty, you're going to have to do something about those clothes. You're going to get shot for wearing that," Doc said.

"Or hanged," Marty responded, clutching his throat. "What idiot dressed you in that outfit? At least Ally has got a good fashion sense," he asked.

Ally smiled at what Doc said and patted Doc on the shoulder, "Hate to break it to you, Doc, you were the one who dressed him like that. I tell you what, dressing my own brother like that would be the last thing I'd ever do," Both Doc and Marty laugh at what she said.