At the hardware store, Bullock is apologizing to Sol for his earlier behavior. He's sorry, he says, for bringing Trixie into it, and especially for calling her what he did. "That wasn't new information to me," Sol reminds him. Bullock self-deprecatingly tells Sol about the rest of the morning. "I searched that idiot Steve out to rebuke him and smack him in the face for...bein' who he was." He points at his own head to indicate what a genius maneuver that was, saying, "The sheriff."

Sol tells him about the meeting with Mrs. G, that she had never mentioned Bullock's name, but that she does want to start the bank and have Sol serve as chief officer. "You'd be a good one," Bullock says, before Sol drops the payload on him: "I got the impression that she might be with child." This time, due to the shock, the clench comes on slow.

Merrick is escorting Mary Stokes out of the hotel dining hall, complaining about the food. "Lot, before God, could make no case for that food," Merrick says. "Lot's wife may have been in that food," Miss Stokes jokes back. Kind of an obvious set-up, but okay. They laugh, heartily, like a couple of nerds in love, arriving at Merrick's office. He opens the door to find the place overturned. Someone has wrecked the joint and, uh...soiled it, to boot. Miss Stokes places her handkerchief over her face and steps back out, and Merrick looks the place over, very upset, as one naturally would be, having their place shat on and all.

Across camp at Hostetler's livery, there's something...something going ON in the stable. Hostetler is wakened by some amorous noises, and comes out to see Steve getting busy with...or, rather, on...a horse's...leg. I don't mind telling you, I watched this scene through a blanket. Hostetler gets his shovel and I am so hoping he's going to whang it over Steve's head, but instead, as Steve tells the horse to tell the sheriff "how that fucking felt," Hostetler sneaks up behind him and asks, "What else did you learn at that school that teached you that?" HA! Turnabout's fair play.

Outside, Merrick has indeed come to Cy about the wreck of his presses, and the scene is going down just as Cy predicted. "Do we blame unsavory elements?" Cy asks. Merrick says he does, and that he knows it's in retribution for his refusal to associate his paper with Jarry's dumb statement. "Maybe," Cy says, "if you'd done your part, calmed the fuckin' waters a little, instead of treeing the county commissioner, the hooples would have gone and gotten their loads on and been waiting for your next edition." Somehow, Merrick doesn't pick up this clue, instead saying that obviously, he and Cy differ in opinion on the function of the press. Cy brings it home. "Ain't the lesson for you in this, Merrick," he posits, "that with fucked-up machinery, the press cannot function at all?"