Dixie's a revelation, sometimes. Brisco himself has told her as much.

"We've all got sin, honey," she declares, and gives her a lace handkerchief to wipe her eyes on. "And my men...seen 'em blown down like a house of cards in a windstorm before. Brisco's got three bullets in his shoulder. But you gotta hold on."

They have the comfort of each other's company for the day, even if it's all they can hold on to.