Cullen stands down and lets some of his men join the search party. As the rest of his crew head off to their work, he calls them back. "I'm looking for a man named Harper. Frank Harper. It's a friend of Johnson's," he says. "I got something for him." Everybody remains silent, possibly because they believe their new boss to be a murderer. Finally, Mr. Toole says Harper's out with the logging crew, some 15 or 20 miles west. Cullen immediately heads for his horse, like it's not going to look at all suspicious when Harper turns up dead right after he was asking about him. Or maybe he doesn't care. Maybe he figures once he's finished killing off everyone on his vengeance list, he'll be ready for a hanging. "Is that a bullet?" Elam calls after him, within earshot of several of the other men. Cullen plays dumb, so Elam elaborates: "What you 'got' for Sergeant Harper." Cullen ignores the question and tells Elam to get to work. As Cullen rides off, Elam gives him a strange smile. Maybe he's thinking of all the ways Cullen's going to screw himself over and it makes him happy.
In his fancy train car, Doc's looking none too happy. The Swede is telling him that everyone's scared after the Indian massacre. "They seen the bodies. They heard the stories -- your stories," he says. Seems Doc's flair for the dramatic has bitten him in the ass. "I need troops," Doc says, looking over a stack of papers that have also made him unhappy. The Swede is enjoying this far too much. He ever so casually mentions the seven men who left the job last night and expects more to leave soon. "Seems the men prefer to keep their scalps on their heads." Doc gets all riled up. He points to his young engineer, asks him if he's afraid. He's not. He points to his telegraph operator, asks the same question. The operator tries to admit that he is, indeed, afraid, but Doc cuts him off. He turns next to the latest plans the engineer has drawn up in proposal of straightening the route in order to meet their deadline. Doc steadfastly refuses to change a thing, even when the engineer mentions that Central Pacific is making better progress. "Keep to the plan! I'll make it a reality!" He catches the Swede smirking and calls him on it. "I'm just looking forward," the Swede explains, "to watching yet again as you smite the forces agin' you." Doc clearly recognizes the snark for what it is, but he has more important matters at hand. He wants to know how the search for Lily is going (the Swede assumes Doc is actually more concerned about the maps) and the Swede informs him he has men on the job. Then the Swede pouts about Cullen trying to posse-block him. Doc flails: "Still more concerned about your killer than my railroad!" Heh. I appreciate a man who knows his priorities, even if they're crazy.