Dusty shot of desert. The dead man stands upright in a plywood box. A black cowboy hat asks who's paying for the box. The other black cowboy hat gestures to a woman in one of those homespun print dresses with a round lace collar that Dr. Quinn has on perpetual order from Garnet Hill. The first black hat says he hopes she's not planning on burying the dead guy in the cemetery. "His kind don't bury their dead. But I wouldn't expect you to know that," Homespun retorts. I wonder what they do with their dead. Burn them on pyres? Embalm and entomb? Stuff and keep them around as knickknacks? Inquiring minds wanna know. Black Hat apologizes for not being able to stop the murder and treat the guy to a trial instead. Homespun crabs that the same guys who lynched him would have been the twelve angry men, so the end result is the same. Black Hat reminds her, "He killed a man. Self-defense or not, that's a hanging offense for a Skag." Black Hat, who might be the sheriff in this here town, sounds like Wilfred Brimley. I keep thinking he's going to try to sell me cholesterol-reducing Quaker Oatmeal, or something for his diabetes.

The camera pans down from the sky, which bleaches out the color to almost make it look like it's a black-and-white film. As the episode goes on, it's obvious they muted most colors to get that same effect. It's a pretty unique feel. Unique? Always good. Quantum is standing by a tree, all duded up in western duds complete with a nice wide-brimmed hat and a duster. Okay, I'll have to reluctantly concede a "yum." Now, if he can only keep his mouth shut and just vogue around, I might actually start to like him. He nods at Homespun as she walks by, but she doesn't pay him any notice. Joining T'Pol -- whose costume tonight is a tailored, flat-ruffled blouse with flared trumpet sleeves and a flared hem, paired with a brown corduroy skirt -- Quantum asks what she's got. I assume he means besides that scarf tied Rhoda-style over her ears. T'Pol says there's no doubt they're human. Trip falls into step with them and says, "Looks pretty authentic, Cap'n. Right down to the spittoons." "And the hangings," Quantum comments, and wonders how the hell they all got there. Ducking into an alley, Quantum comms Reed for a report. Reed tells them that there are six thousand humans on the planet, all clustered in settlements within a few hundred kilometers of where they are. Of the aliens, Reed reports he found fewer than one thousand of them, and that their closest encampment is ten kilometers away. Reed can't find any sign of technology or ships; his "Quantum Scans" (I know it's not a real shout-out, but I still do a double-take whenever I hear it) show their oldest structure to be over two hundred years old, and every material used is indigenous to the planet. Quantum sends Trip and T'Pol to check out the alien settlement, and warns them to keep all talk of flying saucers and little green men at such a minimum as to be non-existent.