Out on the long grass, Luke catches up with Kansas City, pulls out his gun, and disarms the bad, bad man. Kansas City tries to talk his way out of it, telling Luke that the railroad's not going to stop just because Luke kills him. Then he starts blabbing on about how Luke can't kill him, and of course, he can't. No matter how much he wants to. No matter how much fancy editing they do with different shots of the gun. Luke uncocks the pistol and says, "No. I'm not like you. I wasn't spared to become like you. Not even hate is a good enough reason to kill." Kansas City sneers. "That's okay. You can rot in jail for now. Hell's not going anywhere." Luke takes the rope from Silver's saddle, but as he's pulling it out, Kansas City lunges toward him with a knife that was hidden in his boot. Of course, Luke sees him coming in the reflection of Silver's eyes, and shoots him in the shoulder. Kansas City falls. Luke says, "Death's the easy way out, coward, and you know I wasn't going to let you off easy!" The music swells as Luke rolls his pistol over in his hands and replaces it back in the holster.
Back in Dallas, Luke has finally arrived at Hartman's -- well, now Grace knows that he's there. He comes downstairs just in time be introduced to Emily. Grace says, "She edits our newspaper." Pause. "Luke just arrived." Emily smiles and says, "I've heard so much about you." Luke says, "Really!" They act all coy. James Landry comes in and says, "So, you're going to Harvard." Oh, yeah, Emily is his daughter. Then he says, "I'm a friend of your brother's. I'm sorry for your loss." He blabs on about the trouble they've had, about how things are going to change around Dallas. Emily swears she's going to find out who paid the killers, not to mention finding out who the masked man was who saved the day. More small talk ensues. Luke cracks a joke about boomtowns, and things going boom! People chuckle. Landry lights a cigar and says, "I don't know, Grace, Luke here's a lot more like Harmon than you described." Luke replies, "Yeah, well, the trip to get here was…" Pause. "Extraordinary."
Luke reads his nephew a story. They bond. I yawn.
After he leaves the kid's room, Luke pulls a ticket out of his pocket -- a return trip to Boston's not looking bloody likely now that he's a masked hero dedicated to justice among the people. Yawn.
Luke and Grace stand outside. She says she's really glad he's there. He says he's glad too. Then he says that if she needs shoulder to cry on, she should pick his. How many women does he need? A bloody harem?