It was one thing to hear that the missus's name was Winona but with Willa, too, the similarities are just too uncanny. Doc doesn't bring up that Wynonna's sister was called Willa also. That story didn't have a happy ending. Very few cowboy stories seem to, come to think of it.
That there won't be space in the motel room for anyone or any time in between the stakeouts and the meetings and the getting shot at and the Willa time is obvious enough to Doc that he doesn't mention it to Raylan. No point rubbing the loneliness in, but some of that stems from what he has devoted his life to doing. You can't bring a slice of the idyllic moments of Mathias and expect it to slot and fit perfect into Harlan. It don't work that way.
"Contessa was my wife. Everyone knows her as Kate, although she was not the woman in the photographs that have survived today. We could not get married." Not that they needed the bells and whistles to know what they had. "Even if we had wanted to, it was a felony for me to marry someone who wasn't white, and for her to marry someone who was. No one would officiate, and I didn't want anyone shooting her." He expects not needing to explain much more than that to a Kentucky lawman who must have seen his own fair share of unprovoked racial violence, so he leaves the topic of Kate unless Raylan wants to ask further.
"Alice is. My mother. Though she did not know it, I was there when she died. I got tuberculosis from trying to be there for her in a small, dark pit under her room so she wouldn't wither away and die alone." Doc crosses his arms and turns his back to the frame, leaning against it as he heaves a long sigh. "I don't recall telling Wynonna about her, but she named our daughter Alice. I can only hope that she won't suffer a similar fate. Kate left me shortly before I was on my deathbed. And though I bear no ill will towards her for it, it is a terrible thing, to die sick and alone." And scared. Not that the Doc Holliday would ever admit to being scared.
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That there won't be space in the motel room for anyone or any time in between the stakeouts and the meetings and the getting shot at and the Willa time is obvious enough to Doc that he doesn't mention it to Raylan. No point rubbing the loneliness in, but some of that stems from what he has devoted his life to doing. You can't bring a slice of the idyllic moments of Mathias and expect it to slot and fit perfect into Harlan. It don't work that way.
"Contessa was my wife. Everyone knows her as Kate, although she was not the woman in the photographs that have survived today. We could not get married." Not that they needed the bells and whistles to know what they had. "Even if we had wanted to, it was a felony for me to marry someone who wasn't white, and for her to marry someone who was. No one would officiate, and I didn't want anyone shooting her." He expects not needing to explain much more than that to a Kentucky lawman who must have seen his own fair share of unprovoked racial violence, so he leaves the topic of Kate unless Raylan wants to ask further.
"Alice is. My mother. Though she did not know it, I was there when she died. I got tuberculosis from trying to be there for her in a small, dark pit under her room so she wouldn't wither away and die alone." Doc crosses his arms and turns his back to the frame, leaning against it as he heaves a long sigh. "I don't recall telling Wynonna about her, but she named our daughter Alice. I can only hope that she won't suffer a similar fate. Kate left me shortly before I was on my deathbed. And though I bear no ill will towards her for it, it is a terrible thing, to die sick and alone." And scared. Not that the Doc Holliday would ever admit to being scared.