A small gathering of townsfolk waited outside the doctor"s surgery. Inside, Cable Hughes, owner of the Wishing Bone saloon, and three others struggled with the good doctor"s corpse. Doc Wilson was a big man and, cramped up in the corner with his body riddled with bullets, his huge bulk proved problematic. The men heaved and cursed as they tried to get the body outside. At last, inching their way through the tight confines of the surgery, they managed to haul him into the daylight. Breathing hard, Cable scanned the gathering before him and shook his head. “Damn us all, if this isn"t the work of some soulless devil.”
“Who in the hell did it?” shouted a voice, and soon the clamour of speculation followed, in a rush of outrage and alarm. “Why kill the doc? All he ever did was help folk. Who w
