August 24, 1869

Amiville. 

Bravo walked over to the saloon this morning and I smiled, waving to him. “Hey there darlin’. What do ya say we sit outside for a bit? Enjoy the gorgeous morning?” 

“Jus’ missed a shootin’,” Bravo said to me then replied, “Hmm ok darlin’.” 

“Did I?” I chuckled. “Lemme guess... Bill was shooting someone for no reason?” 

“Yeah... Bill versus someone who called him a coward.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yeah, watched tha whole thing.” 

“Would love to know who that is. Surprised he didn’t start shooting you.” 

“Nah, I’ve given up tryin’ to make him mad.” 

I looked at Bravo and then at the bear who seemed to like following me around. The bear sniffed around for food and I said, “Sorry bear, nothing for you. Move on now.” The bear wandered off and I said, “See, ya just gotta talk nicely to it and it goes away.” 

“Whew, close one,” he whispered over to me and I patted his knee. 

“So what are you gonna do today, darlin’?” 

“Oh just... try to catch up on my writin’. How’d you sleep?” 

“I slept alright. Some more dreams but for the most part was a good sleep.” 

Baron walked over and nodded to us, “It’s a nice morning ta be catching a little sun, before it gets too hot.” 

“Indeed... Nice and peaceful right now,” I chuckled and leaned my head on Bravo’s shoulder with a smile. 

“Yeah... I don’t work after noon.” 

“Work, darlin’?” I asked him. “You mean write?” 

“Yeah,” he grinned and kissed the top of my head. 

“Baron, did ya hear I started selling another book?” 

“I think I did hear that,” he smiled with a laugh. “Would ya be selling me one now, please Trin?” 

“It’s a western romance novel based in Canada. You bet, Baron!” I reached into my bag and handed him the book, signing the opening cover for him. He paid me for the novel and I thanked him again for his business. “Let me know what you think! I love the main characters in this one. I wrote it a few years ago but just now finished printing it. Very excited to get it in peoples’ hands!” 

“I’ll bet you are, darlin’,” Bravo smiled at me. 

Bravo pulled out his notebook and began writing so I did the same and got to work on things for the paper. As I wrote, I smiled seeing Chels and Despres walking over to the marshal’s office together. 

Romey came over then, the little boy who I met at Helen and Marsh’s house with Sayler. “Do you remember me?” I asked him. 

“Yep. How you?” 

“I’m doing well, Romey. This here’s my friend Bravo.” 

“Mornin’ Romey,” he smirked. 

“Hi Mr. Bravo. Long time.” 

“Bravo, this is Romey. He was in a chapter in my book about Dutch. How are Helena and Marsh doing? I haven’t seen them in a while.” 

“They is a’ight I’m guessin’. I not saw them in few days.” 

“Do you still live with them?” 

“No, I moved into the dead man’s cabin.” 

“The dead man’s cabin?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“So how’s the lizard hunt comin’, Romey?” Bravo asked him and I wondered if that was a private joke between them as they seemed to already know each other. 

“Yes, no one lives there so I made it my playhouse,” Romey answered me then looked at Bravo. “I still not found no darn lizards.” 

“Well,” Bravo grinned. “Them lesbian lizards are slippery rascals,” he said with a wink to me. 

“Yeah they must be,” Romey agreed. “I looked for a week for Rosa’s lesbian lizard and never found it.” 

“Lesbian lizard?” I coughed. Then I looked at Romey and asked, “Who was the man that died so you could move into his house?”

“Oh they said he was just some dirty Italian. Mr. Dawson said D word immigrant.” 

“Never met an Italian that I could trust,” Bravo looked at me.

“Dawson? Never heard that name before,” I looked at Bravo. 

“Hmm... lynch mob justice. Musta done somethin’ to piss them off,” Bravo suggested. 

“Yep, I glad they never catched me stealing.” 

In the distance I could see Bill looking over at me. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth together and I looked over at Bravo. “Perhaps it’s time we get in the saloon, darlin’? I need a coffee.” 

“Sure love,” Bravo nodded. 

“See you around, Romey,” I smiled to the boy. 

We walked into the saloon and ordered coffee from Gramps before sitting down at a table. Kitty was there and Bravo talked to her while we got out our notebooks and began to write.  I looked over at Kitty and asked, “Anything you could tell me?” 

“Not right now, Trin. When the warrants come out, maybe,” she whispered back and I smiled at her. 

“You’re like a fish and a hook, aren’t ya Trin?” she asked with a chuckle. 

“You have no idea, Kitty,” I said and winked at Bravo. 

After a while of writing I decided to go up on the stage and dance. I talked with people as I danced and kept an eye on Bravo as he watched closely. 

That afternoon, Bill came into the saloon and stood really close to the stage, putting his hands on his guns. I told him that if he had something to say he could do it without the things under his hands. He told me that I danced well and I said that I’d been doing it for a while. He grinned and walked over to Bravo, saying that he’ll see me real soon. He looked at Bravo as he pulled his gun out and reloaded it, then holstered it. Bravo didn’t even react to him and Bill finally left the saloon. After dancing a while longer to relax, I asked Bravo if we could head home.