 Don't move, Doc. I've still got a bead on you. Cantrell, if I ever get a chance... You ain't gonna get a chance, Doc. Jeb left orders that if he didn't come through, the boys was to see that you ended up on that cottonwood. At the end of an 18-foot manila necktie. But I didn't kill him. Oh, the boys are very simple, Doc. They ain't educated. All they'll know is Jeb bled to death when you was working on him. So is the next in line. It'll be up to me to see that his dying wishes are carried out.