At the graveyard, Reverend Smith is putting his best effort toward Mr. Garret's funeral. Sol stands by with the widow, while E.B. lingers, spider-like, a few feet away. Over by some flowering bushes, Trixie stands over the little girl, who is playing. The girl takes four flowers and lays them side by side. "Ingrid...Marta..." she says, counting them out. "Mama...Papa." It's very sweet, and as Trixie smiles at her, the Rev calls for the great Lutheran hymn, "A Mighty Fortress." Oh, it is a great one, too. I am sort of a hymn nerd -- I freely admit it; I even collect hymnals -- but this one is particularly awesome (come on, it has the word "bulwark" in it!) and is used to perfect effect here. As the group begins singing, E.B. glances over his shoulder to see Bullock and Charlie riding back into town. He freaks and has to make his move. "My sympathies, madam," he says, greasily. "But my own requirements force me to ignore what's seemly." Mrs. G looks at him like something that just oozed from the rocks, and when he offers her $19,500 for the claim, and the singers reach the verse about our ancient foe seeking to work us woe, she tells him to go away. Behind them, Bullock dismounts and looks at Charlie, who has caught a glimpse of Hickok's fresh grave. He can't take it, and says he thinks he'll wait a while to "see Bill."
Episode Report CardAl Lowe: A- | 953 USERS: B
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