Tuesday, July 14, 2015

September 6, 1899

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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