Jed was enjoying having home cooked meals.  A lot better then what some of the Rangers back at Headquarters could cook, and of course what he could cook on the trail.  It was always nice to sit down and have some good conversation as well instead of the rough talk that the men always had and of course of what they had been doing.  Yes some of it was interesting but still good polite conversation was something he missed.  He had it when he was growing up, with the family sitting around the table and just talking about every day things that they had seen going on or what they had done that day.  He was an only child and talking with his parents was educational and uplifting.  He missed them, missed their company.  Olivia was coming along quite well with her culenary skills.  Everything tasted good and it seemed she was enjoying cooking.  During the meal he brought up Rutherford.  That he was still on the loose and had some how managed to escape without detection.  "I will be going after him."  he told her.  "But not right away.  It will not be good to just travel to Boston now and wait for him.  My presence there will only cause someone to alert him when he arrives and spirit him away some place.  Arriving after he should get there I can present the local authority with the papers to have him arrested and extridited back here.  But first I need to know who he might know in Boston that would help him.  I know that some wealthy families have lawyers, judges and the like in their pocket, his family no doubt has the same.  I need to know a reputable judge there that will handle the paperwork and have him arrested and put in jail there.  If you know of any such it would be helpful."<br/><br/>As he left the house after dinner he was headed back to the hotel when three men stepped out into the street with drawn guns and began firing at him.  One bullet tore into his shoulder spinning him around and another hit him in the back and another in the side.  He went down, hitting the ground hard and not moving.  Only three bullets had hit him out of the eighteen fired.  The men were poor shots, but had gotten three lucky hits.  The three ran off and could be seen ridding hard out of town as the townspeople poured out into the street.  Some one yelled out for someone to get the Doctor.  "He is still alive."  one of the men that got to him and knelt by him said.