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above your heart.

Is this why you buy

so many pillows?

I buy pillows because

they're pretty.

This isn't comfortable.

Well, it's not supposed to be.

So it's correct.

How does it look?

The same.

You know, once the

hellish burnin' stops

feels almost nice. Thank you.

You are very welcome.

You're takin' good care of me.

Anything I can do for you?

Yes.

Would you read this out loud?

It's the poem that you

wrote in Wyoming.

Oh, it ain't a poem.

It's just some things I was

thinking and some emotions.

Would you read it to me?

Well...

Feel stupid if I

read it out loud.

It will not. It's beautiful.

Whenever I was alone

I would read it

and I would feel better.

Please?

I can't think of a

polite way out of this.

- That's because there isn't--

What time is it?

- Half past ten.

Mr. and Mrs. O'Dwyer.

It's John Brooder.

I'm here regarding

a medical matter.

Good evening, Mrs. O'Dwyer.

Are you hurt?

Oh, I'm not the injured

party, there was...

A drifter that got quick

with the sheriff.

Shot in the leg?

Shot in the leg.

And, Doc Taylor's in his cups?

Deep. I took his equipment.

I have my own.

Does yours contain two

bottles of vodka?

Where's the drifter?

He's in jail.

Arthur?

Yeah?

I need to extract a bullet.

Mr. Brooder shall escort me.

Okay. John?

Yes?

If you make any

flirtatious remarks

in my wife's presence

there'll be a reckoning.

I'll behave, cowboy.

Please keep your

leg elevated.

I'll do it.

Bye.

Bye.

You have a gift.

I have four brothers and

grew up in cold weather.

Checkers is all we did.

You ever beat Nick

in a checkers match?

Nope. Though we

only played twice.

I haven't had a different

result in a 100 games.

Maybe I shouldn't bet.

What's that?

A blonde hair.

Looks like from a woman.

I told you his manner

was suspicious.

That's you, Doc?

It's John Brooder.

I brought Mrs. O'Dwyer.

Good evening, Mrs. O'Dwyer.

Ma'am.

Thank you for comin'.

Happy to help.

You can go.

You're welcome.

Fling the gate.

What do you need from us?

-A pot of boiling water.

-I'll get it.

Can you remove his chains?

No, ma'am.

He's that dangerous?

He buried that stuff

outside of town.

It's not his, and it's got

bloodstains all over it.

He's boiling.

I only shot him in the leg.

-Well, that's his hobby.

-Deputy.

Not every man who leaps in

front of your pistol is hale.

Do what you can for him.

Very likely he's gonna get

hanged but it'd be nice

if the families of the people he

bushwhacked could come to town

and watch him

go purple on the rope.

Well, that should inspire her.

Deputy.

I want you to stay

here tonight.

Help Mrs. O'Dwyer with

whatever she needs.

Lock everything up and escort

her home when she's done.

Isn't that why we have

a backup deputy for?

Oh, no, I'll take

care of things.

I don't sleep few hours,

anyway.

Nick stays.

I want you to get some rest.

You did real good tonight.

Oh!

Does he have a name?

He proffered "Buddy"

but that's probably somebody

he hates or who's dead.

Very well. Please let my

husband know not to wait up.

I'll need to stay and

monitor the patient's fever

after the surgery.

Yes, ma'am.

Chicory.

Wait a minute.

Hey, I'm doin' lot better

than I thought.

Much better.

You're looking at my

side of the board.

Good night.

Good night,

Mrs. O'Dwyer.

Good night.

Good night, ma'am.

It's heating up.

Please don't stick your

fingers in the water.

Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry.

Thanks for lettin' me know.

Thanks for loanin' her out.

So, Deputy Nick's

gonna bring her back?

He will.

How's your wife doing?

Better. Thought maybe

it was pneumonia

but seems like it was

just a bad cold.

Good to hear.

Give her my regards.

I will.

Good night.

Dear Samantha,

I hope things are going good

for you back in Bright Hope.

And that Doc Taylor

is drinking less.

I am in Wyoming now.

The ride here was

long and difficult

and the foreman had to

discipline a lot of men

and let some go

which made things harder for

the rest of us,

especially in

this cold weather.

I've been in charge of the

night round-up for a while

and I've organized

it pretty good.

Sometimes when I'm working long

I look at the faces

of the other cowboys

and I can see that they're

miserable all the way through.

But since I met you

I don't get that feeling

anymore like I used to.

You give me this warmth

in my direct center

that won't turn cold no

matter what happens out here.

The other day I saw these

hills on the border

and the shapes of them

reminded me of you

when you are next to me

in bed on your side.

Sometimes I see you in the

waterfalls and the clouds and

always you have that real

happy look on your face

like when I come

back from being away

and we are about to kiss for

the first time in months.

That ain't a poem.

No, ma'am.

My body feels like cotton.

I gave you some

tincture of opium.

Are you done?

I need to clean the

wound and sew it shut.

I'm coming, ladies. Don't fret.

Mr. Wallington?

Is that you?

Samantha, you back yet?

Sam?

Told you last night

I'd make breakfast.

-Why don't you go back to bed?

-I'd like to do it, Franklin.

I'm feeling better today.

You were feelin'

better last night.

- You're a remedy.

And you're makin' fry bread.

Well, that's my intention.

But where'd you put the spoons?

They're no place logical.

I thought you'd

explain that enigma.

- Sheriff Hunt?

Is that you, Clarence?

It's me.

The door is open.

Why are you in my breakfast?

There's a situation.

Serious.

I'll leave you two.

Talk.

This morning I went out

to tend to my colt,

needed a new shoe and

when I got there...

I saw Buford, the stable boy,

he was lying there dead,

he was all torn up.

An animal got to him?

I don't know. I couldn't say.

I just...

I didn't care to linger.

You know, I just went

down to the office

to try and get a deputy

but when I went inside

there was nobody in there.

Nobody?

Not even in the jail cell?

No, sir, completely empty.

Go up the street, fetch Chicory

and meet me

in front of the stable.

Yes, sir.

Get some distance.

Listen Up! This is

Sheriff Franklin Hunt.

If anybody is in there,

identify yourself right now

or I'll shoot you dead.

Poor kid.

How many horses does Wallington

usually keep in here?

Well, there was

my colt and he kept five.

Let's get to the jail.

Oh!

Indians?

Looks like it, but I...

I don't reckon.

Fetch the professor and bring

him to The Learned Goat.

Show him that.

I'll be there in

about 20 minutes.

Are you going to

talk to Mr. O'Dwyer?

Yeah.

Sheriff,

is my wife still at the jail?

Let's talk inside, Mr. O'Dwyer.

Did something happen?

Let's talk

where you can sit.

Tell me here and tell me plain.

Mrs. O'Dwyer was abducted.

I think you should go back

inside and sit down.

-We can talk--

-Who took her?

Looks like Indians.

Got Nick, too.

We're meeting at

The Learned Goat

to talk about

what can be done.

Clarence?

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