“Sommin’ like that.” The lines were not so clear back then, when the gun was the law and it was every man for himself. Everyone thought they were doing the right thing, else they wouldn’t be doing it. Being deputised was simple and drawing your gun on someone, pulling the trigger, an even simpler act. Death was commonplace and Doc’s rarely hesitated. Wasn’t full of all this- training and paperwork, rules and regulations.

“Should like to get my own guns back. And knife. This place doesn’t feel safe.” Never mind that he hasn’t had a reason to use them yet, nor has he managed to find any bullets. When the occasion arises, it’ll be too late.

But, they’ll do one thing at a time. First, the moonshine.