CLINT EASTWOOD AND SHIRLEY MACLAINE ³, back to the future

xviii. hang 'em high

➩ 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝕚'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕤

THE HORSE whining loudly sent Amanda to wake first, feeling her Marty's arm draped over her now. The morning sun sooon seeped in as she rubbed her eyes to turn over to him beside her. Seeing the fire was out and Doc no where in sight, she grew wide-eyed and started to shake him awake. "Amy," He groaned over the rude awakening.

"Doc's not here." He instantly got up to see it for himself and the pair exchange a look of worry. Marty grabbed his hat for them to scan the camp they set up to find him or a possible trace of where he might've run off to.

He took out the photograph of the tombstones as she looked behind him to see the date still etched in stone. "We've gotta find him," Marty said for her to agree. The couple then saddled up the horses and rode into town in search of their Doc.

Turning up to the town running past the blacksmith shop to see he wasn't there, Amanda only assumed there was one other place he could be. Hearing the loud laughing coming from inside the saloon, Marty suddenly took her hand to have her turn inside. Seeing Doc was in there, the two orushed in to get him. "Doc! Doc!" Seeing him holding a drink in his hand left them confused over the sight of Doc anywhere near alcohol.

"I've lost her, kids. There's nothing left for me here," Doc spoke solemnly.

Marty sighed over his behavior and attempted to reason with him. "Alright that's why you gotta come back with us."

"Where?"

Amanda laughed over him somehow forgetting the plan. "Back to the future?!"

He only nodded with a determined look on his face over her reminder. "Right! Let's get going!" He spoke loudly to set down his drink and turn towards the regulars in the saloon, "Gentlemen, excuse me, but the three of us have to catch a train."

One of them raised their liquor to him. "Here's to you, blacksmith!"

The three of them now did this as a sort of toast. "And to the future!"

"Amen!"

"Amen!" Doc cheered to have Amanda notice Jerry and Chester looking to him worried for thinking of actually drinking the liquor too.

"Emmett no!" The couple looked to their reactions confused and waiting for something to happen considering their objections. Doc fell forward onto the table in front of him, seemingly knocked out from the drink.

Marty grabbed him suddenly to shake him roughly with the little time they had left. "Come on Doc, wake up!"

Jerry came up behind them to have Amanda look over to him instead. "How many did he have?"

"Just the one," He responded.

Marty looked up from over Doc to this surprised. "Just the one?" He lightly slapped him in an attempt to continue to try and get him to wake up. "Oh, come on Doc."

"There's a fella that can't hold his liquor," Chester commented over the event that was remnant of an incident they dealt with him on the Fourth of July.

Running through her head over how to deal with this, she nudged Chester worriedly. "Could you get us a coffee, black." He nodded understandingly to call out for Jerry to grab the coffee from out back as Marty looked over to her worried before continuing to get him to wake up. The sound of the bell tolling from outside rung to have the duo turn to see what time it was. Chester handed her the coffee as she tried to get Doc to drink it.