"I talked to him again because he's met Marie here. I was in the bar for maybe all of twenty minutes while Doc and I were in New Mexico, and -- "

She closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose; getting angry isn't going to help anything here.

Opening her eyes, she takes a breath.

"With everything else going on at home, I didn't see any point in worrying you, and I never thought you two would -- "

She pushes past the panic rising behind her rib cage.

"Katherine's arguin' with him, knowin' full well how bad he is, drawin' first -- if Doc didn't keep that rifle behind his desk the both of 'em would be dead an' she don't even care ... "

"Why did Katherine -- "

Another breath.

"This isn't the Wild West, things don't work like that here."

She shakes her head and refocuses on the more pressing issue: Ramon.

"How bad was he hurt?"