Back at the dance, Marty and Ally were eating from a pie plate. Marty was eating a bit more than Ally was. "Hey, save some for me," Ally complained. Marty tried to hold it up out of her reach.

"I don't think so, Ally," Marty teased, "You're gonna have to reach," "Not fair, man!" Ally whined. Marty laughed at his little sister's persistence and lowered the pan, letting her have some. He always enjoyed messing with his sister.

Then, Seamus and Maggie McFly approach the siblings. "Why, Mr. Eastwood, Miss Oakley, it's wonderful to see you two again," Seamus said, "I see you got yourself some respectable outfit and a fine hat,"

"Yeah, well, the other people didn't like how the other one looked on him," Ally said. Marty gave her a look. "Sure those outfits suit you just fine, Mr. Eastwood and Miss Oakley. Very good for you two," Maggie said, seeing their outfit.

"Ah... thanks," Marty said, finishing up the pie plate. They noticed that the bottom of the plate said, 'Frisbee,' "Hey, look at this," Ally said, showing the plate to her brother.

Marty gave a smirk when he read this. "Hey, Frisbee. Far out," He sets the plate down and walks away with Ally behind him.

For a moment, there was a pause. Neither of the couple understood what Marty said or what he meant. "What was the meaning of that?" Seamus said. "It was right in front of them," Maggie added. "Aye," Seamus agreed.

On the dancefloor, Doc and Clara along with other couples are dancing to the music. Just below them, Buford and his gang are checking out the place, trying to find 'that cheatin' blacksmith,'

One of the gang saw Doc dancing with Clara. "There he is, Buford," one of the gang said. "Where?" Buford said in a deep, growly voice that didn't sound like a normal questioning voice.

"Over there," the gang member said, pointing towards Doc and Clara, "Dancing with that piece of calico," "What're you going to do, boss?" a second gang member asked.

"I figure... I just bury this muzzle deep enough in his back, nobody'll hear the shot," Buford said, pulling out a small gun that he kept in his coat pocket. "Careful, Buford, you only got one bullet with that," the first gang member said. "I only need one," Buford said, walking forward.

Meanwhile, Doc is absolutely entranced with Clara, he is goggling over her while they dance. Suddenly, when they dance towards a corner, Doc feels the small barrel of Buford's gun in his back and he freezes with terror, Clara still in front of him.

"I told you to watch your back, Smithy," Buford darkly said. Doc tried to maintain his composure. "Tannen, you're early!" he stuttered, obviously he hadn't considered the possible factor that he wasn't killed away after the shot. "It's a Derringer, Smithy. Small but effective. Last time I used it, the fella took only two days to die. Bled to death inside, it was real painful. This means you'd be dead by about suppertime Monday," Buford said with a laugh.

Clara decided to step in between the two men. "Excuse me, I don't know who you think you are, but we're dancing," she said, trying to pull Doc away. Buford looks around Doc and sees Clara for the first time. "Well, looky what we got here... introduce me to the lady; I'd like a dance," Buford said.

Doc suddenly turned to Buford with a brave and determined look on his face. "I wouldn't give you the pleasure; you'll just have to go ahead and shoot!" Doc spat, only to get the barrel of the gun up to his throat.

Clara sensed obvious danger and said, "No, Emmett. I'll dance with him," Buford grinned, glad that he was getting what he wanted. "Boys, keep the blacksmith company while I get acquainted with the filly!" Buford said, pushing Doc aside so his gang members would catch him. They held him by both of his arms.

Doc has a restrained yet angered look on his face as Buford started to dance with Clara. "I don't dance very well when my partner has a gun in his hand," Clara said, seeing the small gun Buford was holding. Buford held Clara close and very disgustingly. "Well, you'll learn," Buford said before raising his voice at Doc, "You know, Smithy, I may just take my $80 worth out of her!"

Doc started to struggle in Buford's goons arms. "No, you leave her alone!" He shouted. Buford looks at Clara and said, "I bet there's something you can do that's worth $80," "I'm afraid you've underestimated me, mister," Clara said with a smile. However, Buford was too gullible and said, "Have I now?"

Clara kicks Buford hard in the shin, making him let go of her. Afterward, the brute shoved Clara to the ground, angering Doc even more. "No, stop it! Damn you, Tannen!" Doc shouted. Then, Ally looks over to see what was going on. She quickly hits Marty on the arm. "No, I damn you! To hell!" Buford shouted, raising his gun up and aiming it at Doc's forehead. Buford's goons had let him go.

Marty's eyes widen when he sees what's going on and he grabs the pie plate, throwing it like a frisbee, knocking Buford's gun out of his hand. He fired the bullet and shot off Doc's hat.

Buford turns to see who stopped his victory and sees the siblings come down from the banquet. "You two!" he angrily said. Marty stomped over to Buford and shouted, "Hey, lighten up jerk!" Ally glared at Buford before walking over to Clara. Buford turned to one of his goons but he only shrugged.

"Mighty strong words, runt! You strong enough to back them up with more than just a pie plate?" Buford responded. Ally helped Clara up to her feet and Doc walks over to the two women.

"Look, just leave my friends and family alone," Marty said, waving both of his arms. He turned around and started to walk away. "What's wrong, dude, you yellow?" Buford yelled, getting Marty to stop walking mid-step. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Yellow belly," Buford continued.

Marty turned back around and walked back over to Buford. Ally ran over to her brother and grabbed his arm. "Marty, no," she whispered to him. Marty looked down at her.

"Look, runt, we'll settle this on Monday!" Buford declared. "When? High noon?" Marty said, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. Buford laughed at what Marty asked and said, "Noon? I do my killin' before breakfast! Eight o'clock!"

From a distance, Seamus and Maggie are watching all of this. They had brought young William and he began to cry in her arms.

Before things could escalate, Marshall Strickland walks on stage with his rifle. "Alright now, break it up. What's all this about, you causing trouble here, Tannen?" he asked.

Buford looked up at him and said, "No trouble, Marshall. Just a little personal matter between me and Eastwood," Marty looks down at his sister in exasperation.

Looking back at Buford, Ally pulled Marty away from the scene. "This doesn't concern the law," Buford continued. Marshall said without hesitation, "Tonight everything concerns the law - now break it up. Any brawlin' there's fifteen days in the county jail,"

He lowered his rifle and changed his tone to the crowd, "Come on, this is a party! Come on, let's have some fun!" The music resumes and people started to dance again.

Buford then huffs and leaves the party with his friends. Doc comes over to them. "Marty, what are you doing? Saying you're gonna take on Tannen?" he asked. "Doc, we're gonna be gone Monday morning," Marty said.

"Theoretically, yes, but what if the train's late?" Doc corrected. Marty hadn't thought of this before and is taken aback, "Late?"

Clara returns from wherever she was and went to Doc's side. "We'll discuss this later. I'm taking Clara home. I'll see the both of you later," Doc said, walking away from the two.

Then, Seamus and Maggie walk over to the siblings. "You had him, Mr. Eastwood! You could have just walked away, and nobody would o' thought the less of ya for it. All it would have been was words... hot air from a buffoon," Seamus said. "You're right. He could've but he couldn't tussle with that idiot while here. He didn't make the wise decision to tussle with him on Monday," Ally said, not liking that Marty was going to fight Buford.

Did he forget that he almost killed them when they got here? Marty wouldn't stand a chance against a brute like him. They started to walk with the siblings. "Ay. Instead of letting him rile yer brother up, rile him up into playin' his game, his way, playin' his rules," Seamus replied.

"Seamus, relax, I know what I'm doing. If he keeps running around, how am I going to protect the princess?" Marty said, glancing down at his sister. "Oi, take that back!" Ally exclaimed. "Make me," he laughed.

"They remind me of poor Martin," Maggie said, causing Marty and Ally to look at him. "Aye," Seamus agreed. The siblings look at him inquisitively. They were both equally stunned by this news.

Neither of them realized that Marty got his name from another member of their family. "Wait, you have a brother named Martin McFly? Does my sister get her name from your family?" Marty asked. They stopped walking.

"Aye, me sister, Allison. She's still in Ireland," Maggie said. Ally smiled at this, feeling just as lucky as Marty to know that they were named after their ancestors.

"And your brother? Is he still around?" Marty asked. "No," Seamus answered, taking on an explaining air, "Martin used to let men provoke him into fighting. He was concerned people would think him a coward if he refused That's how he got a bowie knife shoved through his belly in a saloon in Virginia City. Never considered the future, poor Martin, God rest his soul,"

Seamus walks away, but Maggie stays with Marty and Ally for a moment. "Sure'n hope you both are considerin' the future, Mr. Eastwood and Miss Oakley," she said, walking away with William in her arms.

"We think about it all the time..." Marty said. "Yeah..." Ally nodded.