Marty: Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!

Buford and his gang quickly catch up with Marty. Buford lassoes a rope over Marty's neck, dragging him to the Courthouse. Marty knocks into some of the panels on the unfinished building.

Marty: Argh!

The gang fire shots into the air and laugh. Buford starts to "hang" Marty.

Buford: We got ourselves a new courthouse...high time we had a hanging!

Marty: Oh, oh God!

The noose is tightened. Marty puts his hand between his neck and the noose so he won't suffocate. Buford and his gang are laughing loudly. Neither they - nor Marty - see a tall man with a long coat approach them.

Buford: Haven't had a hanging in a long time!

The man gets out a gun. From the hair, we can see it is - DOC BROWN! Doc fires a gun at the rope, and Marty, saved, falls to the ground. Buford and his gang turn to Doc. He's now aiming his gun at them!

Doc: It'll shoot the fleas off a dogs back at 500 yards, Tannen, and its pointed straight at your head!!

Buford slowly rides over to Doc.

Buford: You owe me money, blacksmith.

Doc: How do ya figure?

Buford: My horse threw his shoe. Seeing' you was the one who done the shoeing, I figures you was responsible.

Doc: Well since you never paid me for the job, I say that makes us even!

Buford: Wrong! See I was on my horse when he threw his shoe and I got throwed off. And that just caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky Redeye. So the way I figure, blacksmith, you owe me $5 for the whiskey, and $75 for the horse.

Marty realises this adds up to $80 - the amount of money Doc was killed for!

Marty: (to himself, hoarsely) That's eighty dollars!

Doc: Look, if your horse threw his shoe, bring him back and I'll reshoe him!