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Jack shrugged at Morgan's remark about Hass. He knew the german was hated and mean to his staff but the kind-hearted farmboy didn't wish him any real harm. It was enough with the curses and names others threw at the german, he didn't need his bartender doing the same. With a troubled gaze he filled the doctor's glass again.

'' You don't worry 'bout me Doc. You just finish the free drink. '' Jack said jokingly. His face had gone back to looking carefree and happy as usual. His eyes wandered over the saloon and stopped at Steve McHaran that stilled cluthed the bottle of whiskey like it contained the essence of life, his eyes kept scanning the saloon and people as before.

'' Doc.. You know anything 'bout a man's mind? I think somethin' is wrong with McHaran. '' Jack mumbled and slowly let his gaze fall on the doctor again. While McHaran wasn't a favored customer or associate Jack felt worried about him and if anyone could help it was either a preacher or a doctor. Since there weren't many preaching men around these parts a tipsy doctor would do.