Frodale's store. Jake and Frodale have an oddly-situated confab in front of a fridge. Jake comments that since Frodale is restocking as fast as he is, visiting trading posts isn't all he's been up to out on the road. Frodale doesn't answer, but just looks smug. Jake brushes that aside and says, "As sheriff, it's my job to tell you that even though the vaccines are heading out on a J&R transport today to be destroyed in Cheyenne, it would be a big mistake to hijack that truck." Frodale looks a bit concerned. Jake explains that he knows from experience that J&R is very meticulous about inventory: "Every barcode that leaves at origin is tracked at destination or all hell breaks loose. The only way someone could do it would be to remove the contents of the boxes without being detected and leave the barcoded containers in the truck. You know what I'm saying?" "Yeah," Frodale whispers. I'm intrigued by the fact that there's not just random bottles of soda in the fridge at Frodale's, but a small supply of homemade canned goods as well. Looks like there's some cornichons, maraschino cherries, and chutney in there. Frodale had better boost some Lil' Smokies soon, because clearly someone's planning a cocktail party!

J&R. Goetz asks whether the vaccines are on the road. Trish confirms that the truck left an hour ago. Goetz wants to be told when the vaccine arrives and has been incinerated. Trish asks why it's so important that the vaccine get destroyed. "It's policy," Goetz barks. "Unregistered meds could pose a threat to public safety." Trish argues, "But what if the virus really is a threat to these people? I mean shouldn't they have a chance to--" "There's hasn't been outbreak within five hundred miles of here; there isn't a threat," Goetz interrupts. "Clearly, there is some form of threat out there," Trish persists. "I was inoculated, you were inoculated--" Goetz leans over Trish's desk and says that when and if there is a threat, she will be so informed. Until then: no threat. Trish nods. Goetz picks up a piece of paper from her desk and asks about it. "Purchase orders...?" Trish shrugs. Goetz grunts over the bulk syringe order and asks who ordered it. "The Medical Center, I assume," Trish says carefully. Goetz frowns and tells Trish to call the driver of the vaccine transport. He wants him to pull over and visually inspect all the cargo. Visually inspect. Jake's awesome.