Now Doc is speaking a language Charles Walker Sr. can really get into. His grin broadens, and he nods.

"You do that, son. You do that. You and yours are welcome in our little oasis, any time."

With the games and contests ending with the setting of the sun, the Mayor must excuse himself from Doc's company to oversee the final few awards and prizes. He leaves him to the company of his son, who glances idly at the band as they set up for the evening's dancing, before resettling on Doc.

"That's a nice piece y'got, there," he remarks, inclining his chin to Doc's colt.