Bisbee.
This morning I went to sit in front of Chez after writing in my time stamp when I was beginning my shift. Wedge rode over and I waved to him. “Morning, Wedge. How are things?”
“Hey. Just looking at areas we might get shot from this morning.”
“Somethin’ rumored about?”
“Things are... alright.”
“How’s Zade taking the news we discovered?”
“I saw Colonel Colton this morning... so even he must know something.”
“Colton?”
“Ahh... she’s having a tough time.”
“I expected as much,” I nodded. “Don’t know Colton I don’t think... First name?”
“Umm... Colton IS his name Shride....Shr....is his last name.”
“I’m making a quick trip up north... Just a one night thing this time... Need to be getting ready for that soon. I need to go and tell my brother that the man who killed my father is dead... Our father.”
“Ok...”
“Yeah...”
“So I hope... it’s now a good thing for you...?”
“I just need to go home for a bit... It’s been a hard time lately. Seeing my mother and brother will help. I think they are trying to sell the ranch and settle somewhere new so they can start over and put all this behind us.”
“I hope it works for you.”
“Thanks, Wedge.”
“Welcome,” he said, looking up at the hilltops.
“Hope Zade recovers from all the news too...”
“Zabe will be fine. Always is.” He said and I nodded. “Nice morning to get shot,” he smirked.
“Bite your tongue,” I chuckled.
“It’s the word on the street.”
“Well I’ve gotta head into the office and clock out. Stay safe out there.”
“Ok... You too and good luck.”
“See you tomorrow night hopefully,” I waved and headed inside.
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