No Name on the Bullet Page #2

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is a town worth bein' proud of.

Luke the Physician.

You were well named.

That's my father's idea. He made up his

mind I'd be a doctor before I was born.

I never had a chance.

What's your line, Mr. Gant?

- Hi, Doc.

- You might say we're in related fields.

I cure things too.

A smithy's an unusual place

to find a physician.

I've got an office over the bank, but it's

pretty hard to get a sick horse up those stairs!

Well, you old mummy.

There you go, sleepin' again. Wake up!

I wasn't sleepin'.

I was thinkin'.

Well, then do it

with your eyes open.

You been 20 minutes!

Hey, Luke!

You got time for a game?

This old coot can't stay awake.

Wish I had, Charlie.

I can't now.

- Do you play chess?

- Oh, I play at it.

Well, I'd like to play you

a game, Physician.

- You'd make a good opponent.

- You gonna be in town for a while? Why not?

- I'll be here for a while.

- We've got a date.

Did you lose something, Anne?

Luke Canfield,

since I was here last week...

how could a house get so messy?

It's a wonder you don't

tether your horse on that table.

What's the matter

with the table?

If you don't know, it's not

gonna do any good to tell you.

- Where's your father?

- He'll be along.

So we've got to hurry.

- What's for supper?

- Oh, you're going to be a romantic husband.

I've had a hard day

with one dyspeptic old woman...

one small boy's stomach-ache,

a gashed foot and a limping horse.

- That makes a man hungry.

- I hope Asa hurries. The roast is ready.

He wouldn't miss a Tuesday night supper

for anything. That makes his whole week.

- How's your father?

- Oh, he had another bad night.

He seems to be better

during the day.

Sometimes the climate here

does remarkable things for consumption.

Sometimes.

I'm doing everything I can,

everything I know how to do.

I wish I knew more, but I don't.

Let's take a look at the roast.

You ought to be as fat as a bull,

the way you keep shoveling it in.

After a week of what you do to food,

this is heaven.

Why is it everything you cook

tastes like a prescription?

What makes you think it isn't?

I suspicioned it. You better watch him

after you get married.

- He'll slip cod liver oil in the soup.

- Cod liver oil is good for you.

I'll get it.

- Good evening, Doc.

- Oh, come in, Sheriff.

- Oh, you're just havin' supper?

- We just finished.

- Hi, Asa. Hello, Anne.

- Evening, Sheriff.

What's on your mind, Sheriff?

- You talked with John Gant today.

- That's right.

- You know who he is?

- Uh, he's John Gant, I guess.

- I know.

- Am I supposed to know something I don't?

That's right. You spent a lot of time

back East in school.

All right. Who is he?

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