In Albany, Georgia, the air was heavy with the promise of rain. The low afternoon sun brushed the clouds with an artist's pallet of colors. Martha Louise stood as the Doctor entered the small waiting room. "Is he going to be okay?" she asked quietly, glancing at the closed door.
The doctor took her by the arm and led her to the front door. "Your friend will be okay for awhile, but he has consumption."
Martha toyed with the lacy cuff on her sleeve. "I suspected that. He has a terrible cough, and his color isn't good."
"He knows he has it. He told me he was heading for Arizona where it's a much drier climate than here."
"Thank you kindly, for all you've done, doctor," Martha said, taking the doctors hand. "May I speak with him?"
"Of course. Just go on in, I'll be out on the porch if you need me."
Martha rapped on the door. "Enter," came the reply. Martha pushed open the door to see Doc Holliday sitting in front of the window smoking a cigar.
Doctor Holliday got to his feet and bowed to her. "Miss Martha Louise, I understand I owe you for bringing me here to the good doctor."
"Sir, it was nothing, I......"
Holliday interrupted, "Did you bring along my dentistry tools?"
"Lardy, I admit I never gave them a thought. I'm sorry.
Holliday smiled, and looking at the ember on his cheroot, he said, "They are very valuable. Do you know where they are?"
Martha Louise was starting to get a little angry. He was more concerned about his tools than his health. "Doctor Holliday, your tools are right where you left them, on the train. My siblings are on the train also, and I'm sure they will take good care of your tool case."