Open Range Page #3

and keep them moving till you're|out of Fort Harmon country!

Now, you let Mr. Spearman|fetch his man

so he can be on his way.

Charley.

- Mose.

Mose.

Looks like someone's put the|boots to him after he was down.

Does it?

Mose, you gotta get up.

Charley, I'm glad to see you.

I don't much like this town.

Here you go.

Boy, they really lit into him.

You got a doctor in this town?

Yeah.|Doc Barlow.

It's the house up behind|the barn by the church.

Look for a picket fence.

He's got a sign out front.

Oh, my.|Bring him right in.

Lay him down in there.

I'll fetch the doctor.

Get his legs, Boss.

Easy, easy.

Good.

I'm Dr. Barlow.

Boss Spearman.

Charley Waite.

Patient there's Mose Harrison.

He works for me.

These wounds are old.

Easier to treat|if you bring him in right away.

Your marshal had him, and he|don't keep a friendly jail.

This is the man who was in the|fight with Dent Baxter's men?

He certainly gave|as good as he got.

Broke the arm of one.

Knowing them,|they had it coming, I expect.

Let's see what we got here.

- Aah!|- Easy.

- Easy, Mose.|- Easy, Mr. Harrison.

Nobody's trying to hurt you|on purpose.

I'd say you got a couple|of broken ribs.

Gonna need to get|this shirt off.

Sue, I am gonna need some soap,|some water, and some alcohol.

I want you to drink this,|Mr. Harrison.

- That's it.

Let's clean up these cuts|on his face.

He's got a nice gash|in his scalp there.

I'd say to good health,

but then I'd probably be out|of business.

We'll drink to good health|for them that have it coming.

The two of you|can wait in the parlor.

Be better he didn't travel.

Well, he'll have to.

How much I owe you, Doctor?

We're even.

I figured I made enough off the|damage he did to Baxter's men.

Wish he'd have made you wealthy.

Ma'am.

Doc Barlow's got him|a pretty wife.

Notice that, did you?

Well, I ain't dead.

Glad to hear it.

Sweet, too.

Treated us as good as anybody.|That's a real lady.

A woman like that makes a man

think about|setting down roots, eh?

Doc looks like a real|hardworking feller.

Probably working away on making|some little ones, too.

Creates quite a picture,|now, don't it?

Yeah.

Heard they're worth|a thousand words.

Hey, Tig.

Now, where do you suppose he is?

Goddamn kid.

Button's all right, Boss.

Anyone done him harm, they'd|have gone through the wagon.

Reckon you're right.

Here he is.

If you're awake,|you might want to see this.

- Where you been?!|- I seen it before.

Out with the herd.

I thought I told you|to stay with the wagon.

- What happened to Mose?|- Did you hear what I said?!

Yeah, but what happened?

Run into a little trouble|in that town.

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