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He sleeps well enough, curled on his side (after he manages to fall asleep, of course, nerves in his belly twisting at him for a while after the drink and conversation) and wakes with the first sounds of someone moving around the bunkhouse.
It's Jim.
Doc gives the older hand a few minutes of head start before he hauls himself out of bed and begins getting ready for the day. He notices that Jim, and the rest of the boys, all wear their guns, so once he's dressed himself, he settles his at his hip.
It's not dawn, yet, not by a longshot, when he makes his way over to the stables and barn in order to check on his horse - and see if Jim wants a hand in getting things taken care of. Might as well offer, after all.
"Hey, Jim...don't forget t'mind your hat," he mentions, quietly, as he enters the barn. His own is hanging around his neck by the cord, where he'll keep it out of reach of the horse as best he can. "You need a hand with anything?"
It's Jim.
Doc gives the older hand a few minutes of head start before he hauls himself out of bed and begins getting ready for the day. He notices that Jim, and the rest of the boys, all wear their guns, so once he's dressed himself, he settles his at his hip.
It's not dawn, yet, not by a longshot, when he makes his way over to the stables and barn in order to check on his horse - and see if Jim wants a hand in getting things taken care of. Might as well offer, after all.
"Hey, Jim...don't forget t'mind your hat," he mentions, quietly, as he enters the barn. His own is hanging around his neck by the cord, where he'll keep it out of reach of the horse as best he can. "You need a hand with anything?"
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He's standing in the doorway, arms crossed. Lord only knows how long he's been there.
"You go take care of yourself, son. It's been a long day."
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Then he nods at both Joseph, and Katherine. "Thank you for helpin' me, Miss Barlow," he adds quietly, before he rises and excuses himself. He heads to wash his hands clean and then get himself some dinner from the kitchen, quietly.
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As he moves past Samuel on his way out, the older man holds his gaze steady and serious, jaw clenching and unclenching soundlessly before he closes his eyes and nods once, firmly, in a man's show of both gratitude and apology. Jay knows what for.
And as Jay takes care of himself, Samuel Barlow will watch out for his guest, and his daughter.
He won't sleep much, tonight.