Bisbee.
This morning I sat in front of Chezz and saw an Apache ride through town. I thought how weird that was and then a few minutes later I saw Alex riding over.
“Well hey there! Good to see you back again, Torii,” I winked.
“Hello, Trin. Nice to see you,” he tipped his hat.
“Join me, won’t you?” I nodded to the empty chairs.
“Thank you, I’d love to.”
“Nice horse ya got there,” I smiled as he dismounted the horse and tied it to a hitching post.
“How are you doing this fine day?” he smiled as he sat down.
“Better now that I have such fine company to pass the time with. Out for a ride, were ya?”
“Yes, ma’am I was. Exploring the town a bit.”
“Getting your bearings at all?” I smiled.
“Starting to,” he nodded.
“Glad to hear that. I’ve just been working on case files... Seems things are pretty quiet around here so I have lots of time to write.”
“That seems like a good thing being quiet an all.”
“Indeed. Better than gettin’ shot two or three times a day.”
“Very true.”
“Thinkin’ about what kind of employment you’d like to pursue?”
“Think I’m looking for something with physical labor.”
“Like a rancher or somethin’ like that?”
“Yes, that would be good. Fresh air and lots of work.”
“I grew up on a ranch up north... Was great bein’ around horses all the time,” I said with a bit of longing.
“Sometimes their better company than their human counter parts.”
“True enough,” I nodded and then sat back, becoming silent then as I remembered the past few days.
“Something wrong, miss?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s nothing... just remembering how I’d been left in the dust earlier this week.. Metaphorically speaking,” I shook my head.
“I know that feelin’ all too well,” he nodded.
“So tell me about where you were from before you came here...” I changed the subject.
“I’m from back east, Boston area. Really felt I needed to get out of there so I bought a horse and headed as far west as possible. Tombstone seems like a good place to find a new start,” he said and I nodded, knowing that something must have happened to drive him away but I didn’t press the subject. “What brought you out here?”
“I had the same feeling. I was living like a nomad before coming to Tombstone. I would move from place to place, never really feeling home... Fifteen years after I left Oregon... I finally stumbled across Arizona and knew that I needed to get back into the detective work and get my life back together. Little did I know... my past found me here,” I sighed a bit.
“Ah, the past never seems to stay buried.”
“Some things you just can’t run from I guess.”
“Unfortunately, no. You surround yourself with hard work and the right people, it can at least fade a bit.”
“Till it hits you smack in the face because of the work that you do,” I nodded.
“Has a way of doing that,” he chuckled.
“Reckon I should get some work done... Hate to leave you but maybe we can continue this later?” I asked then. He nodded and I headed back to the office.
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