March 22, 1870

Colorado. 

This afternoon Tom and I walked around town and talked with Twist, Mel, Free and Suzi. Suzi hit on Tom. She was being very rude and I told them about how there would be a paper next week, since there wasn’t enough news this week. 

“Ya find out who robs tha bank Monday?” Suzi asked. 

“Did you see the bank robbery happen, Suzi?” I asked her while holding Tom’s hand. 

“I saw it awright,” she laughed. 

“So who robbed the bank, Suzi?” I asked as we greeted Harley Buu as he came over. 

“Who rob the bank? Probably Harley here,” Suzi laughed and we sighed. “Naw it weren’t him. He a good man that harley.” 

“See, how am I supposed to have a paper out if no one tells me any information?” I asked with frustration. 

“Ya know what they’s left behind?” Suzi asked. 

“Nope, you haven’t told me yet.” 

“A shoe?” Tom guessed. 

“Well tha was a big pile of hoss poop and a Mexican flag.” 

“Mexican huh? Have seen a couple of ’em ridin’ through town this week,” I said. 

“Nope,” she laughed. “Ask Mr. Amazing. He has a suspect. Ah mean Jacob. Well, ah has to go,” she said and blew a kiss at Tom. 

We continued to talk with everyone in the saloon and Tom talked with a woman about getting a bullet out of her. I let him talk business while I went to the office to write.