 Real good care. Get away from him, Cantrell. He can't be cool. I'll get back, Doc. I still got a gun on you. Cantrell, whatever else Jeb may be, he's my patient. I don't know what you've got in mind. Doc, I got $15,000 in federal currency in mind. I got it in mind that Jeb here ain't gonna be able to ride for maybe a week. We're setting ducks here for any fumble-foot lawman out of Frenchman's Fore. Cantrell, you're crazy. Be back, Doc. All right, Jeb.