Once Speed was settled, Jonah was able to get him out of his shirt and vest so that he could get a better look at the wounds.  Good news was, the bullet had gone all the way through, so there was no bullet to dig out.  Bad news was, the bullet had gone all the way through,  blowing out a far larger exit wound than the entry.  Hopefully, it had taken most of the bits of material from the garments it had passed through with it out the backside, reducing the potential for infection.

"How are you doing, Marshal?" he asked, taking some clean cloths from his bag and gabbing at the blood to get a better look.  "Can you move your hand...your fingers?"  Hopefully, there was no nerve damage.

Speed looked up, blinking to clear his vision, "Fingers, yeah." He moved his fingers slowly, even laid his hand over as if to watch the process. "They got me good," He muttered more than said. The wound burned, his shoulder ached like it had been hit with sledgehammer. He knew he was weak, that it was not good, but he was determined to hang on. There were things that could take his life from a gunshot wound, he'd seen it more than once. All that he could do was allow the doc to do what he could and hope for the best.

Ty gripped the man's hand, a strong grip was returned. "Tyrell Thornton, not been here all that long. Then he looked around, "Rip? Step on over here, let them do what's gotta be done." He exhaled, "Shot must'a come from that rooftop, seen that newspaper man head over there for a looksee. Me, I'm up from New Mexico territory, caught on with the Marshal here, supposed to be up to his mine."

Quentin was already shaking Ty's hand when his face froze and his jaw dropped. "Thornton...are you in any way related to Shade Thornton?"

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Time for some introductions. When it was Flagg's turn he extended his hand.

"Name's Cabot Flagg, no one calls me that. Call me Turk," he declared with a grin.. "And yes, it is short for Turkey. My sister was mean."

Quentin smiled and nodded. "Turk, a pleasure, and yes...sisters can be the bane of our existence sometimes, but it's hard to forget them once they start being useful."

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Once the men knew each other, Quentin turned and looked at the shop where people seemed to agree that was where the shot had come from. "Now, shall we go see what we can find from our shooter?"

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"Good, good," Jonah nodded approval, relieved that there was movement, so Speed wouldn't lose use of that arm.  "Just keep it still for now, but as it heals, we'll give you some exercises so it doesn't freeze up."  Provided there wasn't more damage than appeared so far.

"I need to clean it up, it's going to hurt.  I can give you some laudanum, and you needn't worry, things are being taken care of here.  Besides, you're not in any condition to sheriff at the moment."  He dug in his bag for the bottle.  "It's bitter, and it will make you sleepy, but I highly recommend it."

Otherwise, cleaning and stitching was going to horribly painful, and the screaming might distract Jonah!

"You do what you got to Doc, how long will I be down?" That was his primary concern, he now had emergency deputies to help out Charley, who had come a long way, but he wanted Ty up to the mine. And the boy, was he alright? "The boy, Rip, he alright?"

Then came the Laudanum, far more than a sip. It tasted terrible! Not much for drinking, Speed was able to make quite the face at this medicine. In a depleted system, such as Speeds, the pain reliever acted quickly. In moments he was under and out of consciousness. This would allow Danforth to do what he had to. Stopping the bleeding, cleaning and suturing the wound, or there wouldn't be a Speed Guyer

Cantrell and Turk exited the courthouse and headed toward the shop everyone seemed to think the shot had come from. He pushed the latch and broke the shotgun open to double check it had two fresh shells in the chambers, then he snapped it closed. "Now remember, the newspaperman may be sniffing around here ahead of us. Let's try and avoid shooting him."

The pair stepped up onto the sidewalk and paused at the door. Quentin leveled the shotgun and thumbed back the hammers. He looked the door over and noticed it was not latched, sitting open a few inches out of the frame. He pushed the shotgun forward slowly, making the door swing inward more as the barrels moved it, then he stepped closer and peered through the gap as best he could without making a show of himself. Quentin's eyes could pick out no one inside so he continued on into the store, shotgun sweeping back and forth slowly as he moved deeper into the front area. He could hear the floor creaking as Turk followed him inside.

"How do we get on the roof?" Quentin said quietly as they looked the dusty store interior over.

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"Rip?  The lad...he's here," Jonah assured Speed as he administered the medication, "I'll keep an eye on him, so don't worry about him."

The laudanum did its job, and Speed drifted off.  Glancing at Rip, Jonah asked, peeling away the rest of Speed's shirt.  "Can you get me some clean water?  Hot, if you can find it, so I can clean up the Marshal's wounds."  Once he was able to get things cleaned up, he could better assess the damage, then start sewing up what he could.  It was a good sign, at least, that Speed hadn't bled to death yet!