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 | | Quarantine by JoAnn Baker and Dusty Boots | |
 Taking into consideration the current Covid pandemic that we have all been experiencing for the past year, the VS producers decided to air a re-run of a story written back in 2004, the early days of the Virtual Season. Alert readers will be able to spot some of the differences between VS then and now.
Taken from the archives, JoAnn Baker and Dusty Boots give us a taste of what sheltering in place, wearing masks and fighting an invisible killer was like in the 1880's.
When Heyes and the Kid find themselves stuck in a town with a deadly illness, the question is whether or not they can keep their true identities hidden until the quarantine is lifted.
Starring
Pete Duel and Ben Murphy as
Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry
Guest Starring
Melissa Murphy as Rebecca Hollis
Cressida Bird as Virginia “Ginny” Hollis
James Read as Reverend Ethan Matthews
Annette Bening as Mrs. Hopper
David Harbour as Sheriff Tom Hopper
John Thaw as Dr. Lewis
Bill Paxton as Ralph
Quarantine
Episode 3.7
by JoAnn Baker and Dusty Boots
"This can't be happening! This is unreal! It’s a nightmare! It's—” Hannibal Heyes stood on the sidewalk, searching for the right words.
"Well, that preacher is a man of his principles, you gotta give him that," Kid Curry sighed as he sank down on a bench and leaned against the wall. “Too bad ‘Feed the hungry’ isn’t one of them!”
The two former outlaws had been on horseback for a couple of days, running from a bounty hunter. When they thought they had finally lost him, Heyes suggested they go to South Fork and either look for a job or a good game of poker. Unfortunately, the local preacher had declared that poker was sinful and thus prohibited in his little town. Since the preacher’s sister was the sheriff’s wife, people were fined if they were caught playing poker.
"I mean, we're just two honest, law-abiding citizens who'd like to earn some honest money—without doing too much honest work. What harm could there be?" Heyes continued, "Next thing you know they'll be banning saloons—and saloon girls! What's the world coming to? No gambling halls, no saloons, all you'll have left is schools, churches, and legitimate businesses.” He walked off shaking his head in disgust.
Kid Curry looked after him with an incredulous expression. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed that the subject of Heyes' tirade was approaching them.
"I am sorry sir, but I could not help but overhear your words and I am glad to hear you'd like to support our petition," a soft male voice interrupted.
"Excuse me, what?" Heyes shook his head confused and turned around, coming face to face with the preacher. The ex-outlaw just barely managed to hold his tongue.
“I am Reverend Ethan Matthews, and we are currently petitioning to ban…”
Curry noticed the small changes on Heyes' face and posture. He also noticed the sheriff approaching them from the opposite direction, just out of Heyes´ sight. Before his friend could open his mouth, he interjected, “Joshua, we’d better take our horses to the livery.”
Heyes shot a glance at Curry, who nodded ever so slightly towards the approaching sheriff. It was quite a strain, but Heyes managed to compose himself and smile.
"Yep. Been in the sun too long. Come on, Thaddeus, let’s go.” With a tip of his hat to the reverend, the former outlaw leader led his horse to the livery.
Kid Curry turned and followed his partner.
The reverend watched them go with a troubled look on his face.
The Kid glanced over his shoulder at the sheriff who was still eyeing them curiously.
After getting their horses settled, their next stop was the saloon. Inside, they found a table in the corner and settled down with two beers.
“Heyes, weren’t you always the one tellin’ me not to make a scene when there’s a sheriff watchin’?” Curry was holding his mug of beer close to his lips and peering over the top at his partner.
“What—” Heyes started to defend himself, but then a slow grin spread across his face and he admitted sheepishly, “Yeah, I guess I was.”
“Yep, you sure were,” his partner agreed, taking a long drink.
A few minutes later Curry was returning after fetching a second round when a conversation at a nearby table caught his attention.
“Heyes,” he began as soon as he sat down. “I think those guys over there are talkin’ about some jobs.” They both turned their attention toward the group Curry had indicated.
“I’m tellin’ ya Charlie, Mr. Welles hired two more hands just yesterday. I’m headin’ over myself tomorrow to see if he’s takin’ on anymore. That storm last week took out a whole mess of fences and got his herd scattered all over his north field.”
Heyes looked at his friend and raised his eyebrows.
Curry was already shaking his head. “Oh, no Heyes, I’m not chasin’ a bunch of lost cows. I’m not that desperate,” he said it with a finality that only hooked Heyes into the challenge.
“Come on, Kid, what could be easier? Ride around in the mountains for a few days, and maybe fix a fence or two? We’ve only got enough money to last us through the week, and if I can’t win any more playing poker,” a brief scowl crossed his face at the thought, “then we’re going to have to find something pretty quick. It’s perfect; not much interaction with others, so not much chance to be recognized.” He smiled triumphantly at the resigned look on his partner’s face.
“O.K. Heyes, let’s ride on out there.”
**
Setting: A large ranch house with mountains and pine trees in the background. There is a lot of activity going on, with men walking briskly to and from various chores. Horses are tethered to a hitching post out front, and a small group of men are standing in a group talking.
“Busy place,” Curry remarked, looking around. They were waiting on the porch for Mr. Welles. “Maybe he’ll be too busy to see us?” he added hopefully.
A tall muscular man of around forty-five appeared in the doorway. “Sorry boys, I’ve got all the hands I need.”
Heyes and Curry exchanged a look. Neither was quite sure if they were disappointed or relieved.
“Thanks anyway, Mr. Welles,” the Kid said, with a curt nod.
As they turned to leave, a commotion going on in one of the corrals near the house caught their attention. A young man ran up to the house and called to Welles in an agitated voice.
“Charlie just got thrown! It was that new young stallion he’s been trying to break! I think he broke his leg; we’re gonna need to get him in to see the doc.”
Welles’ face took on a grim expression and he nodded at the young cowhand. “Alright, put him in the wagon and tell the doc I’ll take care of the bill.”
He slowly turned back to Heyes and Curry. “Well, seems I can hire on one more man, which one of you wants it?”
The former outlaws exchanged a glance.
"Well, since it was you who found the job, I'd say it’s yours," Heyes declared, with a satisfied grin.
"Now wait a minute—you just said you love to work with cattle. You go," his partner countered.
The rancher was confused. First the two strangers came asking for a job and now they were arguing about who was going to take it.
Curry was the first to give in.
"Alright. Tails.”
Heyes dug a coin out of his pocket.
The Kid grabbed it for a short, but thorough inspection, before handing it back to his partner.
Heyes took it back with a wicked grin. He paused for a few moments, and then tossed the coin in the air and caught it.
Welles was becoming impatient. "You fellas made up your mind?"
The two ex-outlaws looked at the coin on the back of Heyes hand. Then they looked at each other. It was heads.
**
After saying goodbye to the Kid, Heyes headed back into town. Poker might be banned, but experience had taught him that whenever something was forbidden, there were always those who found a way to get around it. “Think I'll wait until evening and then look for a game.”
Glancing around, he found a spot on a bench outside the general store where somebody had left a newspaper. Curious as he was, he started to read the local news. Printed on the front page was an interesting story about a cow that had escaped from the butcher and walked around town.
“Excuse me,” said a young woman who had walked up and stood behind the former outlaw.
Heyes continued to read. The cow trampled Mrs. MacFinnon’s flower garden and passed the saloon, greeting the man who sat there reading the latest dime novel.
“Mr. Smith?” the young woman asked, a little louder.
Still absorbed in the story, Heyes continued reading. Being chased after by the butcher and an outraged Mrs. MacFinnon, Daisy, as the cow was called, happily headed straight into the grocery store, where she…
“Mr. Smith!” the woman exclaimed, tapping the newspaper.
Heyes tumbled back into reality. He looked up, irritated, but the irritation disappeared when he saw who had disturbed him. It was a young woman, who had a small, apologetic smile on her face.
“I am sorry. I called you twice, but you didn’t respond.”
Heyes cursed himself for not paying more attention to his surroundings. It might well have been a bounty hunter, or some other trouble! He quickly got up. He guessed the lady in front of him was in her late twenties, but the lines in her face showed that she had already met with the hardships in life.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I tend forget about the rest of the world once I start reading.”
She glanced at the page he had been reading and laughed. “Ah—the amazing adventures of Daisy. The editor of The Gazette has quite a way with words; he can make even the most boring tales appear as if they are world news.”
“Excuse me, ma’am, but you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name, but I don’t know yours.” Heyes looked questioningly at the young woman standing in front of him.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Rebecca Hollis, and I’ve heard about you.”
“Heard about me?” Heyes asked cautiously.
“Yes, from Daniel Welles; he said you might be looking for work?” She paused and Heyes nodded.
“Word sure gets around fast,” he observed.
“I was at the doctor’s office when he came in with his ranch hand, poor man, it looked like quite a bad break.”
“Are you ill, ma’am?” A concerned look passed over Heyes’ face.
“Oh, no, I was taking the doctor a basket of eggs to thank him for looking in on us last week. You see, my daughter and I are alone. That is, my husband passed away last year. We have a small ranch just outside of town, nothing like Mr. Welles’ place, but I have a few animals. Well, actually, there is quite a bit of work to be done. My roof has a leak, the stable—" She stopped when she realized she was rambling. A little girl with long braids at either side of her face peeked out from behind the woman’s skirts.
“Mr. Smith, this is my daughter Virginia. Ginny, won’t you say hello to Mr. Smith?”
“Hello.” It was barely a whisper.
“I asked Mr. Smith if he’d be willing to help us a bit on the farm,” the young woman explained to her daughter, who looked at Heyes with big round eyes.
“Can you make a manger for Jed?” she asked, hesitantly.
“Jed?” Heyes frowned.
“He’s our goat,” the girl said quickly, adding in a serious tone, “Please? He doesn't like it when he has dirt in his breakfast and then he gets very grumpy.”
Heyes let a small grin escape at the thought of another Jedediah who insisted on having a proper breakfast.
“Oh well, we don’t want that, now do we?” He thought quickly. He wouldn’t last long on the four dollars and change he had left in his pocket. With the Kid not around it might be too risky to join any illegal poker games. This job didn't sound too bad. It was better than being bored, not to mention that if he stayed in town, he might meet up with that preacher again. He turned to Mrs. Hollis.
“Ma’am, I’d be happy to come out and take a look at what you need done.”
**
Setting: Five cowboys gathered around a small campfire. Surrounding them is desolate rocky mountain terrain.
Kid Curry trudged into the camp carrying his bedroll. After rubbing down his mare and seeing that she was fed and watered, he barely had the energy to bed himself down, let alone stay up telling stories and playing cards with the ranch hands. He chuckled to himself. If Heyes had known these boys ignored the ‘no gambling’ decree up here in the mountains, he might have taken the job. “Sure miss havin’ you around, Heyes,” he said under his breath. He was used to his partner’s chattering and even though he often complained that Heyes talked too much, truth was he was sort of lonely without him.
**
Setting: The Hollis ranch, just outside of town.
Rubbing his leg and glaring at the happily chewing goat in front of him, Heyes tried to find a way to solve the problem of Jed’s manger. The manger was split, but he had seen quickly enough that it only needed two new planks underneath to repair it. Only problem was that as soon as Jed noticed anyone approaching his manger, the goat became as defensive as a banker guarding his safe. “Too bad I had to find that out the hard way,” Heyes muttered ruefully as he rubbed his leg again. “I've been working at the ranch for a week now and I still haven’t been able to get near that manger! But for crying out loud—I've got into the best safes, robbed the biggest banks, tricked sheriff’s and posses—surely I'm not going to be beaten by that darn goat!?”
Determined, he stepped back into the arena. Only two more steps, one more... Jed stood still in the corner, munching on some grass. Four inches, three, two... Jed’s head went down and he charged. This time he missed Heyes, but only because the man dove over the fence into safety. As he lay in the dirt, inwardly yelling some serious abuse at Jed, his anger changed into surprise when he heard giggles. It was Ginny, who was laughing at him. That hurt his ego even more than the bruise on his leg.
“This isn’t funny, you know!” he said grumpily, although he could not entirely hide his smile. The girl had been so quiet upon his arrival. It was only since yesterday that she dared to approach him without her mother being nearby. Rebecca had told him that since the death of her father, Ginny had been withdrawn and seemed fearful of leaving her mother’s side. With Heyes’ constant presence on the farm, she had slowly warmed up and become more interested in him. The mere fact that she stood there laughing while he was eating dirt, proved that she was regaining her confidence.
Heyes got up, then hit the dust from his pants and shirt. He swallowed hard against the sudden sickness that came over him. “Reckon it's the nasty result of something I ate at the saloon.” His stomach had been bothering him for a couple of days now, but he assumed it would be over in a day or two. He decided to ignore his stomach pains and glared once more at the goat and frowned, before turning to the little girl.
“Ginny—when you feed him, does he attack you?”
Ginny shook her head.
“Well, do you think you can help me?”
The girl nodded and then ran off, leaving Heyes behind in confusion. “Wonder what she's up to?” When she returned, he noticed that the pockets of her apron were filled. Eyes twinkling, she smiled at Heyes. “Follow me, I’ll show you the trick”, she walked to Jed’s place and stepped straight into ‘the arena’.
Amazed, Heyes watched as she got something out of her pocket. “A carrot?” he whispered.
Jed started to nibble on the carrot in the girl’s hand as she began to talk him. “Hi Jed, you like your carrots, don’t you? Mommy says that carrots are good for you. They make you run fast too. Just like a bunny.”
As she continued to talk, Heyes sneaked towards the manger, lifted it and got out as fast as he could. By the time Jed had his third carrot, Ginny had walked backwards toward the small door, gave Jed his last piece and then quickly slipped out too. Mission accomplished.
Heyes knelt so he was on the same level as the girl and smiled. “That was really smart! Thank you very much for your help. Does this work all the time?”
Ginny nodded, but then closed her eyes tightly with a pained expression on her face. Heyes frowned as he looked at the girl. Although it was still early in the morning and the sun was not yet high overhead, Ginny’s face was bright red.
“Ginny, have you been feeling sick?”
“My tummy feels very strange and my head hurts. But Doctor Lewis said that Georgia had a tummy ache last week, so mommy says I might have caught it too.”
She swallowed heavily and to Heyes she appeared sicker than she admitted. He pondered on what to do.
“Do you think your mother would have some of that delicious coffee left? Maybe she has some of those biscuits too?”
Ginny’s face brightened up by the prospect of a biscuit covered with some delicious homemade jam. But then her face changed. It seemed she was going to hiccup, but she started to throw up instead.
“This isn’t good. This isn't good at all!” Heyes said quietly. “Hey..,” he tried to comfort the little girl. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t feel very good,” Ginny said with a small moan.
Heyes took her up in his arms and carried her back to the farm. Rebecca, who was working in the garden, looked up as he approached the fence. She gasped when she saw her daughter in his arms. “Joshua, what happened?”
**
Ten days after taking the job for Mr. Welles, Kid Curry rode slowly back into town. Rounding up strays for a week and a half and sleeping in the dirt had left him desperately longing for a nice hot bath and a big dinner at a real table. As he looked around, the street seemed deserted. Only a few people were walking around, and they seemed to be in a bit of a panic. A knot began to tighten in his stomach. He felt a growing urgency to find Heyes.
Dismounting near the hotel, he left his horse at the hitching post and walked in to ask about Heyes. The desk clerk informed him that Mr. Smith was still staying there, and that he had been working out at a small ranch owned by a widow by the name of Hollis. The image that came to Curry’s mind was of a little old lady. He shook his head. “That don’t sound like Heyes. What's he up to?” he muttered under his breath.
Walking back out onto the street, he immediately became aware of a confrontation occurring between the sheriff and another man. He stepped back and waited to find out what was going on.
“Nobody tells me where I can go and where I can’t,” the angry man was shouting at the sheriff.
“I’m telling you that you’ve been exposed to typhoid fever, and if you ride out of here, you could be taking it with you and exposing more innocent people. Everyone in town is under quarantine.”
Curry felt the knot in his stomach tighten again.
The man in the street looked for a moment like he might try and draw on the sheriff, but then seemed to change his mind. “Okay sheriff, anything you say,” he said coldly.
The sheriff turned and started walking back across the street.
The Kid continued to watch, as, to his dismay, the man pulled his gun and aimed it at the sheriff, his intent clear.
Just as the shooter cocked his gun, Curry fired, sending the other man’s gun flying out of his hand and scooting across the street.
The sheriff spun around, his own gun in his hand. A glance at the man clutching his hand and the gun in the street told him all he needed to know. Holstering his gun, he approached the man who had fired. The Kid drew in a quick breath.
“I’m Sheriff Hopper. It appears I owe you for stopping that fool from shooting me in the back. I’m grateful to you, Mister?”
“Jones, Thaddeus Jones,” the former outlaw replied, shaking the sheriff’s hand.
“Ralph will thank you too, when he comes to his senses. The talk of typhoid just makes some people a little crazy.”
Curry looked over at Ralph who was examining his bent gun with a scowl on his face. “I doubt the man's gonna want to thank me,” he said quietly.
“I should arrest you for attempted murder, Ralph,” the sheriff warned. “But I’ll settle for you just going on back home and waiting out the quarantine.”
With a long, hard stare at Curry, Ralph turned and walked back down the street.
“You’re a friend of that fella Smith, aren’t you?”
“That’s right, I was just lookin’ for him, as a matter of fact.”
“He’s been doing a fine job helping Mrs. Hollis out. It’s a real shame about the little girl though,” Sheriff Hopper sighed and shook his head.
“What little girl?” Curry questioned.
“Her daughter, Virginia, she came down with typhoid yesterday. Your friend’s over there helping out.”
Curry stepped back as the full weight of the realization hit him. “Does that mean my friend is under this quarantine too?”
“That’s right, for two weeks, until the incubation period is over.”
“The what?” Curry asked.
“Incubation period. That’s how long it takes to know if you’ve got the fever. If you don’t show symptoms by then, you probably don’t have it and you’re probably not contagious.”
“Probably?” Curry asked, unsure just how contagious typhoid was. “Can I talk to him?”
“Oh sure, you can’t catch it by talking, just don’t stand too close. I have to ride out that way and check on a few more families. If you want to ride along, I’ll show you where the Hollis place is. To be honest, I could use the help. I have quite a few supplies to get to delivered out to those families and it’s a bit more than one horse can carry.”
“Sure, Sheriff,” Curry answered with a practiced smile. “Sure hope he can’t tell how nervous I am,” he whispered once Hopper was far enough away not to hear. “Maybe he'll just think I'm afraid of the typhoid and not of bein’ this close to a lawman.”
**
It was late afternoon by the time Curry rode into Rebecca Hollis’s yard after helping the sheriff with his deliveries. He suspected that Sheriff Hopper had also wanted him along as backup in case any of the other residents got a little ‘crazy’ like Ralph had.
He saw Heyes by the side of the house stacking firewood and called out to his friend. “Joshua!”
Heyes looked up and smiled when he saw his partner.
“Well, it’s about time you got back. Look at all of this wood I had to chop by myself. My back is killing me. I’m tellin’ you Kid, I’m exhausted.”
“Hey, I’m the one who’s been in the saddle twelve hours a day for the last ten days,” Curry said defensively, then frowned. Heyes didn’t look too well. “What’s this I’ve been hearin’ about typhoid? The sheriff says you’re quarantined or something?”
“Yeah.” Heyes’ face turned serious. “Little Ginny came down with it, so I’m not supposed to leave town for a couple weeks. This could be a real problem. If I take off now, the sheriff might get suspicious.”
“Well, we can’t stay here two more weeks,” Curry said, irritated. As he waited for Heyes to respond, a pretty brunette appeared in the doorway of the house.
“Joshua, is there any more—oh, hello, you must be Thaddeus. I must look a sight,” she said self-consciously wiping her hands on her apron.
“Oh, no ma’am, I mean, yes I’m Thaddeus.”
“Joshua has been such a help, and my Ginny just adores him. She hasn’t really made any new friends since her father died, but Joshua has really helped bring her out of her shell. Children really are good judges of character, you know. Excuse me, I need to get back inside.” She smiled over at Heyes and turned back into the house.
Kid had been smiling politely, but as soon as she turned to go back into the house he broke into a grin and said quietly to Heyes, “Let’s hope by the time she grows up she becomes a little better judge of character.”
Heyes gave his friend a look of mock hurt, and then broke into a grin also. “She’s a good kid.” His face sombered. “I sure hope she pulls through.”
“Heyes, let’s just ride outta here. That sheriff has more to worry about than where we are right now.”
“I’d like to stay and help, but you’re right, we should go. Let me just get my gear.” As he reached to pick up his saddle and put it on his horse he staggered and let out a groan.
“Hey—you okay?” his partner asked, nervously.
“Sure, I’m just a little tired. And a little dizzy…” He swayed, then fell down clutching his stomach.”
“Heyes!” Curry shouted, forgetting his partner’s alias and ran over to help him up. When he put his arm around the prone man, he gasped and stared at his friend. “You’re burnin’ up!”
Curry’s head was swimming. Heyes was sick. There was no way he could ride out of here like this. He tried not to imagine the worst—that Heyes had typhoid, but the evidence was overwhelming. He stared at his partner, expecting him to come up with a plan, but the ex-outlaw only moaned slightly and squeezed his eyes closed tight, trying not to be sick.
Rebecca Hollis appeared in the doorway again and gasped.
“Oh no, Joshua, not you too? Bring him inside,” she instructed Curry, who wrapped Heyes’ arm over his shoulder and half carried him into the house. He laid his friend down where Mrs. Hollis indicated, and then sat down beside him. Heyes’ face was flushed and sweaty, but his eyes were open.
“It looks like you won that coin toss after all, partner,” he said weakly, and then closed his eyes.
Curry looked alarmed, but Mrs. Hollis put her hand on his shoulder.
“It’s all right, he needs to rest right now. You look like you could use a good night’s sleep too, and a bath.” She raised her eyebrows slightly and Curry blushed.
“Why don’t you go on back to town? I’ll look after him here; there’s nothing more you can do tonight. He’s a strong man, he’ll pull through. I’m sure of it,” she said reassuringly.
Curry looked up at her, wanting desperately to believe her.
**
The next morning, Kid Curry walked out of his hotel and down the street toward the doctor’s office. He almost ran right into the doctor who came hurrying out his front door just as the former outlaw was about to walk in.
“Excuse me, Dr. Lewis?” Curry called several times as he followed along behind the doctor.
“Yes, what is it?” The doctor turned and seemed to notice him for the first time.
“Doc, I was wonderin’ if you were plannin’ on stoppin’ by Mrs. Hollis’ place today?”
“Yes, she’s on my route for today, why?”
“Well, it’s just that my friend is sick and she’s lookin’ after him now too.”
The doctor could hear that the young man’s voice was full of concern. “Oh, I see; do you mean Mr. Smith?”
“Yes, I do,” Curry said slowly, surprised that the doctor knew Heyes.
“Well I’ll look in on him too then. First, I have to get some beds set up in the church hall. That’s where we’re taking those that don’t have anyone at home to take care of them. Some entire families have become sick. Typhoid nursing is an arduous task, the patient must be tended to almost constantly. The proper care makes all the difference in the recovery, you know. I could use a hand getting things set up, would you mind?”
“Ah, well doc, I was plannin’ on goin’ to see my friend this morning.”
“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll ride out and take a look at him myself as soon as we’re finished at the church.” The doctor turned and continued on his way, as though the matter had been settled.
Curry sighed and followed him over to the church.
The church hall was busy with men and women setting up cots and dispersing bedding and towels. Behind the church, a fire pit had been built to heat water for cleaning and sterilizing. Curry saw several large kettles that held boiling water, and lines that had been tied to dry the clothing and bedding.
“All of the drinking water must be boiled first, and all soiled linens must be boiled and washed with lye soap,” he heard one of the women instructing several others near the laundry area.
The Kid looked across the churchyard and saw the doctor talking to a small group on the other side of the building. As he approached, he recognized Sheriff Hopper and Reverend Matthews.
“Hello there, Thaddeus,” the sheriff called out when he saw him. You’ve met Reverend Matthews, and this is my wife, Mrs. Hopper.” Addressing his wife, he continued, “Dear, this is Thaddeus Jones, the one I told you about yesterday.”
Mrs. Hopper smiled, warmly, and the former outlaw tipped his hat in acknowledgment. She was a plain-looking woman, a few years older than Curry. She had on a simple work dress and wore her hair knotted up in a practical fashion, but her features were pleasant.
The doctor looked up briefly. “I was just explaining about proper sanitation. All chamber pots must be carefully handled and all contents buried in a deep trench. The sheriff is going to oversee this.”
Curry was quickly becoming aware of the immensity of the task at hand. Not only did the patients need caring for, but the containment of the disease would require diligent cleaning and proper handling of everything that they came in contact with.
“Sheriff, if you bring me a shovel, I’ll start diggin’,” the Kid offered, resigned to the task.
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