Doc had had to down a few shots of whiskey before he graced the steps of his own house. He staggered up the steps, a tad tipsy because dealing with Kate sober could get ugly. "Kate!" He barked knocking on the door with a heavy fist. "Open up. I want my guns!" She could have the rest of the house, but those guns would never be hers. She thought she was punishing him, she was just making him mad.