"Oh! Sheriff Ellsworth! The Doc's out back, just walk on through," Miller announced from Rose's usual seat behind the desk. Maria Shaw was sitting on his lap, looking very noticabley flushed and shyed her eyes away from the Sheriff whom she had known for all of her short life "Oh, could you tell him that Widow Tellerman stopped by with an apple pie for him?" Doctor Rose looked around as the Sheriff walked into the back room. It was very cold here, and the Doc was wearing what appeared to be a butcher's apron and rubber gloves. He had his arm up to his wrist buried inside the cadaver of what could only be the stranger. He gave a brief, worn smile. "Well, if he wasn't dead before," John muttered, smiling "Y'know, this is quite weird. Ain't never seen gangrene inside of someone before. In my experience it keeps to the outside and festers. Still, a friend of mine at medical school claimed he saw something like this...can't be complete bull," "Is the Pastor coming? Should I sew him up?"