"He did what? Kate, why wouldn't you tell me 'bout that?"

He sheds the shirt and moves to the dresser to pull another, still talking, but it's hard to tell if it's still to her.

"You're sittin' there talkin' to him, Katherine's arguin' with him, knowin' full well how bad he is, drawin' first-- "

As he's going he keeps pulling shirts from the drawer, unable to pick one he wants to put on.

"If Doc didn't keep that rifle behind his desk the both of 'em would be dead an' she don't even care, an' I can't -- I left him an' I shouldn't've, I got no way of knowin' where he's at now, an' he knows you -- Christ -- "