She had no problem after the stories she heard from a few of the women that had been there a while. Lowering her head, she started to see just what John had been feeling when she finally recognized him. The man then swallowed hard as he felt the cold, steel barrel of John’s pistol at the back of his head. Gosnih was staring at John, it appeared as if her husband had finally joined with the great spirit. A small wince went through John at the unending wave of stench that wash passed his nose. A day later they diverted away from the town as soon as the felt it near. “Guess I’m gonna have to have a meeting. The quiet of the night was suddenly disturbed as more than six revolvers went off filling both bedrolls full of holes. That way, ya can get back at a full gallop lot faster than they can go. John looked into Gosnih’s eyes, seeing all her love, her fierce determination, though mostly that her dedication and loyalty to him. The bartender tentatively brought John a glass of the rot gut they served here. He’d hoped that the display in the street would dissuade most. The man was about to speak when Gosnih walked out her rifle aimed at the men in general.
