November 12, 1900

Bisbee. 

This afternoon I went to the Stock Exchange but Cas was just finishing up his time there playing records for the dance. I waved goodbye to him as he headed out and looked over at Zeth. “Anything exciting going on, Zeth?” 

“Just as it normally is. Very quiet.” 

“Think I’m going to go on the rounds,” I nodded to him. 

“Figured it might be more active about now.” 

“Yeah… See you Zeth.” 

Black Diamond. 

I walked over to the office in Black Diamond and found Angel, waving to her as she greeted me. “Just out doin’ the rounds. How are you?” 

“Am vell juzt finishing up putting out new stuff in my shop in Diamond.” 

“Sounds good. You’re gonna be busy all over.” 

“How I like it!” Angel smiled. “You seen it yet?” 

“Not yet. Was going to end the rounds there but we can wander back that way. Gives me a chance to check the office.” I checked the mailbox and sighed, seeing nothing. “Ain’t this the wild west?” 

“Zeh overexaderate a lot.” 

Ang walked with me to the store she had set up and said,” “Everything here iz only vone offer and iz gone for good.” 

“Looks great, Ang.” 

Angel went on duty and then I headed to the office to get some writing done. 

November 11, 1900

Tombstone. 

This morning I walked over to the hotel where Pet informed me that there was a fresh pot of coffee on the stove. I thanked her and went in while she talked with a woman named Mouse and Ginger about how they wanted to be doctors. 

“Yeah I hang around the Docs office though I got shot for my trouble,” Ginger nodded at one point. 

“Shot!” Mouse exclaimed. “Who shot you?” 

“You were shot?” I looked at him. 

“Them Wild Bunch… I got the loud mouthed hooligan but a pretty gal got me down, I was always a sucker for them gals,” Ginger explained. 

“Did they get arrested, Ginger?” I asked. 

“Does this town have trouble with outlaws?” Mouse asked. 

“Define trouble!” Pet laughed. 

“Only if you get in their way, otherwise they won’t bother ya,” I nodded to her and grinned at Pet. “Now Pet, let’s try not to scare the poor girl off.” 

“Dunno Pet, I was recovering from my wounds, in any case I don’t know the names of who did it,” Ginger shook his head. 

“Anyone else around, Ginger?” I asked. “That might have known who they were?” 

“You can point ’em out tho right?” Pet asked. 

“You should write up a witness statement and hand it in to law, Ginger. If there were witnesses I can help track ’em down and find out who did it,” I told him and handed over a blank statement. “T’is what I do, after all.” 

“Well shots are what I have worked with,” Mouse said. “Was a nurse during the war. Even helped in operations.” 

“You any good with diseases?” Pet looked her over. 

“What kind? Cholera we worked with. Also dysinteray.” 

“How long you been in town?” Pet asked. 

“No Pet she was wearing white, a blonde,” Ginger finally said as he shook his head. “But heck, I ain’t gonna press charges, I like to get even ’swhat I do.” 

“Well that’s your choice, I guess. Just offering my assistance if you did want to get the law involved.” 

“Hmm Ivy or Lisa. hmmm Ivy would have filled up the clinic. Was it one shot that got ya then?” Pet asked. “Mouse, when did you arrive?” 

“Just arrived the other day,” Mouse said. 

“Well I appreciate it Trin I really do, but ya know a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” Ginger told me. 

“ Well sure, just if you’re gonna do it.... you’ll sink to their level and get arrested for the crime they did to you in the first place,” I said. “But like I said, it’s up to you.” 

“Where were you shot Ginger?” Mouse asked. 

“I think one of them called the girl Downy. A strange name for a gal I thought,” Ginger said. 

“Downy?!?!” I blinked. 

“Well Trin I ain’t gonna shoot up the place. I ain’t a trouble maker,” Ginger said. 

“Downy!!!????? Oh dear,” Pet looked over at me. 

“Pet, what’s Downy’s last name…?” I asked shakily. 

“Well that’s what I heard it as, but I was down on the ground bleeding from the chest,” Ginger said. 

“Seems you know the name?” Mouse looked at Ginger. “Do you need medical help?” 

“Undersnoodle. But you didn’t hear it from me. No ma’am not me who told ya. Ya hear?” Pet half-whispered to me. 

“Must have changed last names since livin’ in Georgetown then. And become an outlaw, evidently,” I shook my head, remembering the woman. “Geez, the dead really does rise around here.” 

“Well I’m fine now, a doc named Joe sewed me up. I would say he’s a cobbler rather than a doctor but I takes what I gets,” Ginger said and Mouse chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand. 

“She’s known around these parts as only an outlaw for at least six years Trin,” Pet told me. “A damn good one at being bad too.” 

“About fifteen years ago I lived in a town called Georgetown. She was married to the man in charge of the Pinkerton’s. The man who gave me my first badge,” I shook my head. “And now she’s with the Wild Bunch…” 

“Them a crazy bunch o people,” Ginger commented. 

“Been with the Wild Bunch since they arrived in town,” Pet told me. “he woman is..... cunning... beautiful and... deadly.” 

“That’s interesting, Ginger. I work with herbs too,” Mouse said. 

“I am learning more from the Gypsies around these parts in addition to what I learned around Colorado,” Ginger turned to Pet. “You tellin me that blonde hair blinded me as she pumped lead in my chest. And as I said I always been a sucker for the ladies,” he winked at us and we smiled. 

“Ya might wanna tuck that in Ginger,” Pet laughed. 

“Just be careful if you decide to go up against her, Ginger, is all we’re sayin’. You might be putting your life in your own hands,” I said. 

“Oh aims to be a charmer Trin,” Ginger smiled and adjusted her belt. 

“Good luck with that then,” I said and sipped my coffee. 

“Well I’ll be prayin for ya if you use that strategy Ginger,” Pet said and I winked at her, knowing she agreed. 

“Well well Pet if you have have any better ideas I am all ears,” Ginger said and Pet nodded with a slight tiilt of her head. 

“Didn’t wanna hear my ideas,” I muttered and went to wash out my empty coffee cup. 

“Well Trin I heard ya but my statement would be thrown out in a jiffy,” Ginger said. 

“Not if we had some solid names for it,” I said. 

“An’ I don’t.” 

“Ginger, just be careful and watch your back. them Wild Bunch hear you coming to gun down Downy.. they will get you in cross fire,” Pet told him. 

“I don’t aims to gun down nobody Pet,” Ginger said. 

“Whew!” Pet exhaled. 

“No one else was around at the time of the shootin’?” I asked again. 

“Nope,” he shook his head. 

“Doctors rarely shoot?” Mouse asked. “At least what I have seen.”

“Oh?” Pet tilted her head. 

“Doctors ain’t supposed to use their weapons... As far as I know,” I commented. 

“Which is why I don’t aims to shoot them,” Ginger said. 

“No, we’re no one for carrying to,” Mouse said. 

“In any case they outnumber me so I don’t like the odds of having more lead in me,” Ginger said. 

“Smart man,” Pet nodded.

“But when they need my services they gonna pay.” 

“How so?” Pet asked. 

“As one should,” Mouse said. 

“Well let’s say Pet there can be ways of taking out bullets that can make the devil himself scream,” Ginger said. 

“Sounds like he’ll be working with Joe as a sawbones with that attitude,” I said. 

“Only for those that gunned me down. I don’t like to harm nobody,” Ginger said. 

“Then there’s one in particular…” Pet leaned forward and then hushed. 

“Indeed,” I nodded. 

“Depends on the board, I reckon. If it were in my power…” Pet sighed. 

“Well folks, I need to get some writing done. Lots of information learned this morning,” I winked at Pet. 

They said goodbye and I headed back to my office. 

November 10, 1900

Tombstone. 

This afternoon I saw a crowd in the clinic and walked around, asking, “What happened?” 

Zeth was getting healed by Starling and said, “Two men were arrested for bank robbery and causing trouble. I sent them both in here.” 

“Vait vat?” Angel blinked. 

“One uncuffed and tossed, a bottle to my head.” 

Angel ran out to grab the man responsible and I ran after her to help pin the man down. The man struggled to run but he was losing blood and I tackled him to the ground with Angel. Spin ran over and said, “He has no guns. Cuff him.” 

“Spin, what the heck?” I asked and continued to help Angel pin the man down. 

“Put em on,” Spin said and cuffed the man. 

“What’s your name, cowboy?” I asked the man getting cuffed. 

“It’s John… John Marston,” the man struggled to stand up. 

“Well if only it was always that easy,” I smiled. 

“Ve ave met before in Pearce,” Angel said. 

“What’d ya do?” I asked. 

“Well I rob banks usually and sometimes kill people,” John admitted. 

“What’d ya do this time?” I asked. 

“Robbing.” 

“Siz vay Spin, he needs to see a doc,” Angel said and we headed to the clinic. I asked Zeth to write a statement of what happened and Angel asked Spin to write one as well. 

“It’s all yours, Angel. I’m just here to observe and hopefully collect bullets if I can,” I said and leaned against the wall, waiting. 

“Danky Spin, Zeth and Miz Trin,” Angel said then. 

“Sure Angel. I’m here to help ya. Just hope I can get a copy of the bullets that shot Zeth and Steve. I’m assuming Zeth or Spin shot John. Angel, if you could get the bullet from John’s gun for me?” I asked her. 

Angel reached over and took John’s guns and took out a bullet, offering it to me. I thanked her and put the bullet in a bag, putting the bag in my pocket. They said that I needed to get a statement from Grant as well and I went to go find him, but then Howling and Angel Wolf came in and looked at me, spitting on the ground. “Hopes you got the ones shot my wife,” he muttered. 

“Someone shot your wife? When?” I looked at Angel. 

“Last night,” Howling nodded. 

“No law around?” 

“Just outlaw,” he muttered. 

“Do you know who shot you, Angel?” I asked her. 

“I saw him walk in the clinic, but he never came out walking.” 

“So you don’t know the name of the person who shot you? Was anyone else around that might have seen it? I need a name…” I looked between them. “Angel, did you write a witness statement about it yet?” 

“Miss Bree patched me up while they were watching,” Angel Wolf said. “Yes ma’am.” 

“Oh good. And you handed it into law authorities?” 

“Yes, but now he is passed, I don’t know what will come of that,” Angel said, nodding towards the dead Steven on the bed in the clinic. 

“So what happens next?” John asked when he was healed up. 

“You come vith me,” Angel said. 

“I’m not sure either but I guess you can rest assured knowing he’s dead,” I told to Mrs. Wolf. 

“I know outlaws. They still kill when dead. Outlaws never stay dead. We need to plant him maybe.” 

“Well I need to go figure out what this living man did. Hopefully you’ll be safe now, Angel. Take care, you two,” I said and walked down the street to the sheriff’s office and leaned against the desk, writing up notes about John Marston.

Angel brought John in and searched him before locking him in the cell. She removed the man’s boots and took off his cuffs, then stepped back. 

“So Angel, what are John’s charges? I think I missed that part.” 

“I need Zeth and Spin,” she said. 

“Couldn’t get a straight answer out of either of ’em.” 

“Zeth, Spin, I need you both at mine office!” Angel shouted into the street then. 

“Why call idiots? I’ll tell you the whole story,” John said from behind the bars. 

“Want me to go track em down?” I offered. “I’ll let you guard here.” 

“Coming!” Zeth shouted then. 

“Ah good, there’s Zeth.” 

“They can bring there butts here to me,” Angel muttered. “If I’m going to ave to take it over and all.” 

“They sure can. Angel said somethin’ bout getting shot last night. Not sure by whom but whoever did it is dead now.” 

“Spin ver you at?” Angel shouted.

“Trin and Angel, you wished to see me?” Zeth asked, walking into the sheriff’s office. 

“Zeth, could you give your statement to Angel please?” I asked him. 

“Need to know zeh charges on this man along vith the vitness statements,” Angel said. 

“And I just need to know the charges for my files,” I said. 

“I’m in front of the clinic!” Seth shouted back. 

“I know I goofed up a little, not searching, but didn’t have much time to get a message through,” Zeth admitted. 

“I need you at mine office please,” Angel shouted at Spin. 

“Spin, I asked you come here too,” Zeth shouted too. 

“For what?” Spin shouted and Angel and I sighed and leaned against the desk as we grumbled in reaction. I reached for my flask of whiskey in my vest and took a sip, then handed it to Angel. 

“Danke, I need zis,” Angel chuckled and took a swig before offering it back. 

“I’m here for ya hon, in more ways than one,” I nodded to her and took another sip as Angel opened the door for spin. 

“I have a question for you guys,” John said then.

“Need the vitness statement spin so I can compare and make zeh charges for the report,” Angel told Spin. 

“What’s your question, John?” I asked him. 

“Why do you all serve the law....when you can rob the banks like me, and earn a lot?” John asked. 

“I make much more az law then petty bank robbery sirz,” Angel said. 

“Because were not like you,” Zeth answered. 

“We earn plenty, sir. And do it legally,” I told him. 

“How much do you all earn?” John asked. 

“I need to know what it was I witnessed,” Spin said and I stared blankly at him blankly, taking another sip of whiskey. 

“Seems I have seen a bit more than Spin,” Zeth said. 

“Not vat Zeth saw. Iz from your point of view Spin,” Angel said. 

“He had then already shot and in the clinic when I came Angel,” Spin said. 

“I was near the russ house talking to pet and grant till I saw two men heading into the bank with there guns out,” Zeth said. 

“Then vright that on a pice of paper,” Angel told them. 

“Just for your information fellas… I have robbed three banks today and was robbing the fourth one when that dude got me,” John admitted. 

“A vitness statement iz vat you saw and vat happend,” Angel said. 

“I did and I gave it to you,” Zeth said. 

“I need Spin’s now for the courts, Zeth,” Angel told him. 

“Can you hand me a copy of your report, Zeth? Just so I can look it over while Angel does her work?” I requested. 

“Spin vas there and helped arrest zeh man,” Angel said. 

“Thanks for that and Grant, heard confession of him and the man that is now dead for robbing banks too,” Zeth said and offered me the statement. 

“Thank you,” I said and took it. 

“I didn’t see nothing,” Spin said. “I wasn’t here, Angel. What part of that don’t you understand? I’m not going to make something up.”

“Zeth was and Grant were there,” John said from the jail cell. 

“And Bree,” Zeth said. “And Pet.” 

“I vill get to them latter then,” Angel said. 

“And this another girl,” John said. 

‘And that Indian fella,” Zeth added. 

“Angel... Zeth’s statement doesn’t mention John’s name,” I sighed as I read it over. 

“Am seeing that now,” Angel nodded. 

“Well I could have described him,” Zeth said. “Sorry, I never met him before though, so I didn’t mention his name.” 

“We now know his name is John Marston. I asked and he very nicely told me in the street.” 

“We made them leave the bank first cause I don’t really like killing innocent…. I just like banks,” John declared. 

“Am going to azk vone more time Spin politely. I need you to vrite down everything you heard and saw,” Angel told him. 

“John, which one shot you down? And who was the other guy with you?” I asked. 

“Two that I know both were downed,” Zeth said. “I kept my gaze on Steve and he was downed first second one after that.” 

“Well the other guy was Steven,” John said. “My man.” 

“Itano?!” I shook my head. “And who shot whom?” 

“All I know is both were downed about the same time. I cuffed both and me and Grant brang them to the clinic. I asked Grant to watch while I sent a telegraph. I was the only ranger around at that time.” 

“I shot both of them...which I am surprised how did they dodge it… what are they ghosts??” John asked. 

“Then saw Spin and we both walked into the clinic,” Zeth said. 

“Zeth, did he hit you ven he shot at you?” Angel asked.

“Zeth, was it John or Steven that shot you? That’s all we need to know,” I asked him. 

“When I got back, Steven was tossing bottles and I ended up getting hit,” Zeth said. 

“We both shot him,” John said. 

“Well there you go Angel, a confession,” I said. 

“Alvright then.” 

“Next thing, I was being taken care of,” Zeth said. 

“Yay! Angel is here to save me!” John grinned. 

“A confession of your charges, John. Still get time,” I said. “Nice try though.” 

“Alvright,” Angel nodded. 

“When I came to, I found Steven wasn’t breathing and on the ground,” Zeth finished. 

Angel told John his options between time or bail and I asked Zeth to re-write his statements including the names we now knew, so that it would help in court. John decided to stay in jail and asked when court would happen. I told her that it was usually on the weekend and then asked Zeth to give Angel his statement. Angel thanked me for my help and then John joked about partying in the cell. 

Finally free to go, I went to my office and filed away the bullet and updated the files, glad to have gotten the full story on the incident. 

November 8, 1900

Tombstone. 

I leaned back against the post, almost asleep, when some walked up behind me and kissed my neck, “Well hello there!” Thomas’ voice made me smile. 

“Mmm, hey dear. You just came out of nowhere, didn’t ya? How’s my favorite deputy?” 

“I’m just fine," Eye came over and giggled and I blinked, laughing at him. 

“Well Eye, this is the man I was tellin’ you about,” I said to him. 

“I just popped up like fog,” Thomas smiled. “I do that sometimes. Howdy there,” Thomas said to Eye. 

“Dear, that’s Eye Aabye. Tombstone’s newest reformed deputy,” I introduced. 

“Nice ta meet ya,” Eye offered his hand. 

Thomas shook his hand and said, “Hi Eye, im Thomas. Nice to meet ya.” 

“Been mighty quiet out taday so far.” 

“Well that’s a good thing I guess. But give it time, the nutso’s will come out later.” 

I coughed and looked down at the ground with a smirk. “Who wants to do the rounds with me?” 

“Hey Eye, Trin and I are going to make a round through town. You gonna hang out here a while?” Thomas asked him. “You ready dear?” 

“Guess he’s in contemplative thought. I’m ready when you are,” I looked over at Thomas. 

We walked down the street and saw Grant inside the news office. “Tombstone got another reporter?” I wondered. 

“Howdy Grant!” Thomas waved to him through the open door. 

“Howdy you two,” Grant smiled. 

“Got a job at the Epitath did you, Grant?” I asked him. 

“Is there a way to leave an article for the editor of the paper here?” he asked. 

“I believe if you leave it in Jenna’s mailbox it should get in,” I said. 

“And where is that mail box?” he nodded. 

“Or you could put it on her desk.” 

“Right, will do… Is all well in town?” 

“So far so good, just making out daily rounds,” Thomas told him. 

“I have written a ballad of Rock Janic,” Grant grinned. 

“Oh really? Hope its a good one,” Thomas said. 

“Thought maybe she might put in in the paper,” Grant nodded. 

“Anyone ever find out what happened to him?” I asked. 

“That’s possible Grant. Who knows, you might get famous,” Thomas said. 

“Maybe set it to music, hmm?” Grant nodded. 

“I was asked to look into it but, since the person who asked was the mayor of an outlaw town I didn’t rightly think it was a good idea to get involved as a Pinkerton,” I said. 

“I see well what if a citizen and good friend of his widow...Miss Prudy ask you?” Grant asked. 

“Maybe you can perform it sometime for the Town at the theatre Grant,” Thomas suggested. 

“Now there is an idea,” Grant grinned. 

“Then I would be able to take up the case. But we ain’t supposed to take cases from outlaws. Kind of a conflict of interest, you know,” I said and cringed a bit, looking at Thomas with annoyance at his suggested. 

“Well Trin...as a citizen and on behalf of his widow… I would like to have the case opened,” Grant nodded. “He made a lot of enemies here you know amongst the outlaws.” 

“And how are you related to the whole thing?” I asked. 

“What do ya think dear? Might be interesting to find out the truth,” Thomas shrugged and looked at me. 

“Well, I work for the widow Janic in her new store there,” Grant explained. “And she told me the details.” 

“So you were a close friend of Rock’s? Did she…” 

“No, never met him.” 

“I haven’t even gotten any details. So you work for Purdy then,” I summarized. 

“What exactly did she tell you Grant?” Thomas raised his eyebrows. 

“Well maybe I give you a copy of my ballad… It has some details,” Grant offered. “Yes, I am her delivery man. I will give each of you a copy, may I?” he looked between us. 

“Yes please,” Thomas nodded. 

“Does it have details about what happened to him?” I asked. 

“All that is know yes,” Grant said. 

“Yes please,” I smiled and we took the ballad. 

“You have to ‘forgive’ my poetic license,” Grant grinned. 

“I will have a closer look a little later. Thank you for the copy Grant,” Thomas said. 

“You’re welcome, Thomas.” 

“So the skull is buried in Boot Hill?” I asked after reading it briefly. 

“Well, not really. It is buried behind Miss Purdy’s house, actually,” Grant explained. “Boot Hill sounds better for a ballad.” 

“I would like to see it,” I said. 

“Aye, it is in Benson… Actually behind Angelic Wolf’s house. Her sister.” 

“I will go out to Benson and visit them both.” 

“Good idea. What is the name of the paper editor again please?” 

“They both live out there? Jenna Odsark. We need to continue our rounds but I’ll keep you posted if I discover anything.” 

“No… Miss Prudy moved to another place.” 

“Where is it now?” I sighed. 

“Trin dear, I think I am going to make my way down the street. I will catch back up with you after my round ok,” Thomas said then. 

“Okay, thank you very much,” Grant said. 

“Okay, love. I will catch up with you. Grant, where is the skull now?” I looked back at him. 

“Miss Prudy’s  new house.. sorry I am not sure never been there,” Grant said. 

“In Benson?” I sighed. 

“But the last time i saw the grave it was still behind Wolf’s and Angelic’s house in Benson,.” 

“Bye Grant. Hope you make it big time with that song. Maybe you can get Trin here to be your back up singer. She has a great voice,” Thomas suggested and I nudged him with a glare. 

“Watch it, dear. I know where you live.” 

“That would be great miss Trin,” Grant smiled. “Make any suggestion to the ballad as well please.” 

“Stay safe, Grant. Shall we, dear?” I looked at him. 

“Let’s go dear,” Thomas said and we held hands as we walked. 

“My money is still on Rock showing up alive and well. I’m going to try and talk with my boss Adrian about how I should proceed.” 

“I wouldn’t have left you there alone with him baby,” Thomas smiled. “I believe you.” 

“Something doesn’t feel right.” 

“You’re right, he seems to know an awful lot for someone who never knew the man.” 

“Mmhmm.” 

Thomas checked the door at the bank, making sure it was clear, and I smiled at Eye as he walked over to us. “Would appear the streets are quiet.” 

“Yup. You all goin’ to Pearce?” 

“I thought we might make a trip to Bisbee first,” Thomas said. 

“Ah okay,” Eye said. 

Bisbee. 

I stepped into the office getting a wire from Adrian about Rock’s case and smiled wide. “As I suspected... Rock’s case is being handled by higher authorities and I have been advised to just let them handle it. Thank the Good Lord.” 

“Praise the Lord! We don’t have to mess with it.” 

“Mmhmm. Better tell Grant it’s being handled though. The whole thing felt fishy.” 

Tombstone. 

We walked back into town and couldn’t see him anywhere. “Well, guess he’s not here. Now what, dear?” 

“Nope. Looks almost like a ghost town don’t it?” 

“Want to go to Pearce?” 

“Sure, sounds good to me.” 

“Think there’s a dance over there.” 

Pearce. 

We walked over to Pearce and went towards the saloon, but there seemed to be a large group of people in the clinic. I looked over at Thomas and then back at Jimmi Rubble. “What happened?” I asked him, seeing the baby in his arms. 

“Someone shot a man and then shot the deputy,” Jimmi explained. 

“Someone? They don’t know who did it?” I blinked as I reached out to play with the baby’s fingers. 

“Yes, a bit of work to get a thirst hey little Heidi?” Jimmi asked the baby. 

“One varmit new in town,” Angeles muttered. 

“You think the guy John out there is out of this?” A male voice shouted. “Maybe he planned the guns for me !” 

I looked at Thomas, confused, and Grant moaned in pain on the bed. “Dear, maybe we should see if there’s anyone over at the sheriff’s office?” I suggested. 

“Hi Trin, hon,” Thomas Stine greeted me. 

“I think you’re right,” Thomas nodded. 

“Hello, Mr. Stine. Good to see you again. Want to fill us in on what happened here?” I asked him as Starling and Angeles continued to work on their patients. 

“I will redacted one report later too Trin, since happened in front to the Saloon of my husband,” Ang said. 

“Well, we were about to start our Meet and Greet and there was a shooting here,” Thomas Stine said. 

“Was the shooter or shooters arrested?” I asked. 

“Can’t see what happened, I was inside the saloon. Jimmi took care of them.” 

“Yes Angel bring him to jail after I cuffed his damn hands,” Ang told me. 

“Oh good, then you don’t need my help to figure out who it was,” I grinned. 

“But it’s good you are about,” Mr. Stine told me. 

“Do you have the bullets that you took out of these men, ladies?” I asked, looking around.

“Makin’ a necklace Trin?” Eye asked from the bed.

“Nope. Making files,” I winked at Eye. “If I get samples of bullets I can match them with other ones, fi they don’t know who shot people at scenes.” 

“Trin… I can bare witness to who shot us  and will testify in court,” Grant said. 

Ang turned towards me and gave me the bullet inside some cotton. “All yours girl.” 

“Part of my job as a Pinkerton,” I said and took the bullet that shot Eye. “And who does this bullet belong to?” 

“Oh we know who shot us,” Eye said. 

“Who shot you Eye?” I asked. 

“One new client for Court…” Ang commented. 

“Don’t know his name. Never met him. But they’ve got him over ta the jail,” Eye said. 

“Too bad, just in front of two lawmen and judge, tried to rob and shoot people,” Ang shook her head. 

“Starling do you have the bullet that shot Grant?” I asked her. 

“Yea… tall stranger  dressed in black with a gray hat on,” Grant said. 

“Is there on the floor Trin,” Starling said. 

“If they’ve got them in jail already I’ll just get their names and match the names with these bullets for my files,” I said and took the bullet from the ground, putting the bullets in bags. “Thanks ladies. I’ll go match these with names.” 

“Yes,” Ang nodded. 

I walked into the sheriff’s office where Thomas and Angel were talking to the prisoners. “Angel, do you know who shot whom?” I asked her. 

“Vho shot vho? You mean Eye and Grant?” Angel looked at me. 

“I’ve got two bullets here. I’d like to know whose names to put them with. One of em shot Eye, the other shot Grant.” 

“Yez I know vas here iz the man in the cellz,” Angel said. 

“He shot both of them?” 

“Yez.” 

I raised an eyebrow and looked at the bullets closer, seeing they matched. “And what’s his name?” 

“Cristiano,” the man in the cell grinned. 

“And your last name, Sir?” I asked. 

“Look Mister, if you work for me… I’ll pay for your bail,” said another man who was standing in the office. “Or else I’ll put a bullet by myself.” 

“I agree with you man,” Christiano nodded. 

“So why’d you shoot em, Chris?” I asked. 

“I’ll let you out if you pay me fifty bucks,” the other man said. “Right now.” 

“I wanted shoes ther han somethin special in that guys shoes but the deputy suddenly came to arrest mah and I reacted and shot him which wounded him,” Chris nodded to me. 

“Alrivght sirz. Iz 90 bucks,” Angel told Chris his bail. 

“And shot the other one too while you were at it?” I asked. 

“I have forty,” the other man said. “Wait, did he shoot Eye?” 

“Because you wanted Grant’s shoes?” I asked. 

“Vell guez yur spending time in jail,” Angel said. 

“He apparently shot both of ’em,” I nodded. 

“Well deal’s off mister,” the man said then. 

Eye walked into the sheriff’s office then and Thomas asked him, “Eye, how are you feeling?” 

“Eye, this guy shot both you and Grant because he wanted Grant’s shoes?” I looked over at him. “Am I hearing that right?” 

“Sore, pissed, mad as hell at this damn picket. Ready for some whiskey,” Eye muttered. 

“Vell you can get a drink on me then Eye,” Angel said. 

“Thank ya Miss Angel,” he walked out and I blinked at him not answering. 

“Well Chris, I don’t have 90 bucks, if you want me to shoot and break you out… well that’s gonna cost,” the man negotiating said. 

“Trying to shoot law vith alot of law avround iz a death vish sirz,” Angel said. “Specally vith me here.” 

I shrugged at Thomas and said, “Well they don’t need me anymore and I think I’ve got enough information. Shall we go get a drink?” 

“ I suggest you leave it alone mister,” Thomas suggested. 

“So much for breaking him out. Well some other day then,” the negotiator said. 

“Suggezt yu mozey on out of Pearce sirz,” Angel said. “And not cause trouble in Tombstone.” 

“I’ll be in the saloon dear, when you’re ready,” I sighed. 

“Yep, we don’t appreciate shootin up the folks round here.. Ok love, I will be there shortly,” Thomas nodded to me. 

I headed out to the saloon and got myself a whiskey as Eye, Grant, Thomas, and Angeles continued to talk. Grant talked about wanting a single lady and Starling said that I was single but I told her Thomas and I had been together for a few months now. 

When Thomas walked in he asked Grant how he was feeling and Grant said, “I am okay Thomas.. Thanks for arresting that varmint.” 

“Well it appears he wanted your shoes for some reason,” Thomas said. 

“He shot me in the back the shot Eye,” Grant said. 

“Glad can give a Angel my cuffs after arrest that varmit,” Angeles said. 

“Yea as cheap as they are too,” Grant said. 

“Shoes? This was about shoes?” Jimmi blinked. 

“Well they are both back out on the street. Sorry varmint posted bail,” Thomas said. 

“I hope you’re taking notes, Miss Trin,” Jimmi looked over at me. 

As Thomas and I danced, I looked over at Jimmi. “Jimmi, what do you take me for? I already got the bullets from both victims, wrote up a card about Chritiano…” 

“I take you for a Prosecutor Miss Trin, one of the finest,” Jimmi smiled. 

“Angel, I will give you later the report,” Angeles said to the sheriff. 

“I got that witness report filled out when ever ya ready fer it,” Eye said. 

“Yesterday other, so I repeat experience, bad luck, they find one medic who is lawmen and Judge too,... that really very bad luck... and last night one even confess the crime in front me when stay healed,” Angeles said. 

“Thanks Jimmi, been a while since I’ve done a trial,” I told him. 

“Yes me too, Trin,” Jimmi nodded. 

“Ya wanted a trial and here ya go. See how nice I am. Take a bullet fer ya,” Eye smiled. 

“Mmhmm. And gave me the bullet to match for future cases too, Eye,” I grinned at him. 

“I am reckoning I will be a witness as I was up to my knees in this,” Jimmi said. 

“Shoulda pulled my guns earlier, didn’t expect the picket ta jes shoot me like that,” Eye said. 

“Would love a witness statement from you too then, Jimmi,” I said and Eye gave him a blank statement. 

“Heck we’ve got the whole team of us here. Let’s just do the trial today,” I chuckled. “So that’ll be two counts of shooting, including one of shooting law, right Jimmi?” 

“My husband have some rules about guns in the Saloon... they no welcome, the graveyard is very full and haven't more space for other body,” Angeles said. 

“I guess Angeles must have arrested him then, or something, ’cause Eye and Angel don’t have jurisdiction here?” I guessed. 

“May not have jurisdiction but I had a right ta try ta disarm the man,” Eye said. 

“Well sure. Would help to have the statement of the one who did the arrest themselves too.” 

“True, I arrest him but haven’t key for the sheriff office here so I ask like favor a Angel to bring him in jail,” Angeles explained. 

“Alright. Good to know,” I smiled. “Angeles could write a statement too?” 

“I will redacted one report directly for what happends Trin,” Ang said and I thanked her. 

“Well darling, I have work again finally,” I smiled and danced with Thomas. 

“And it was such a pretty day, why did someone have to shoot it up?” Thomas smiled and kissed me softly. 

We continued to dance and talk, letting ourselves forget about work for a while. We then talked about statements and how we were going to hopefully have a trial soon. 

They started to talk about children and I grinned over at him, “See dear, we were smart. We avoided the baby stage and adopted kids who were over nine.” 

“Yes true, but if you ever want a baby love, well I am here for you,” Thomas laughed. 

“You what?” I coughed. You sure two ain’t enough? I mean we’re still livin’ in separate houses but I mean... two’ s a lot of work, ain’t it? Especially them two. Or are you living with me in Pearce now, dear? “ I chuckled. 

“Well I thought we were living together dear. I mean Natalie is calling me pa now and all.” 

“True,” I laughed. “See we don’t need marriage. It’s just a big expensive ceremony.” 

“We are some specialists in ceremonies Trin if need some help just ask and we will set all in a couple hours,” Angeles said then. 

“Angeles we’ve only been goin’ out for a few months…” I chuckled. “I ain’t one to marry quickly.” 

“Well I got you that’s all that matters baby. I don’t need a ceremony to tell me I love you,” Thomas smiled and kissed me again. 

“See?” I giggled. 

“Trin, I married Tristan in three days, so no excuses,” Bree said. 

“That may work for you Bree but... Well…” I stumbled a bit and then caught myself against Thomas as he caught me and spun me around. “Natalie had a traumatic experience at school this morning…” I said then. 

“Oh no, what happened dear?” Thomas asked. 

“They were learnin’ about poetry and Shakespeare and she said it was fine till the graveyard appeared on stage.” 

“Oh my. What are they teaching our kids?” 

“Miss Traci was teachin’ em about Macbeth, I guess. I didn’t read that ’till I was in high school. And they’re teachin’ that to ten year olds?” 

“Ya know they usually put fences around graveyards on account a people are just dyin to get in them,” Eye said. 

“Shakespeare for kids?” Angeles asked. 

“Yep Angeles. That’s what she said.” 

“It’s strange.” 

“Not exactly children’s literature, if you ask me,” I shook my head. 

“Well lets hope they don’t teach them Romeo and Juliet, then they will wont to commit suicide for love,” Thomas laughed. 

“I let Natalie read Sherlock Holmes but... There ain’t much death in those ones. She said the payroll was quiet today .” 

“True, was a quiet payroll,” Angeles nodded. 

Thomas had to head out then and Ansar came into the saloon as Eye said, “So now Ansar shows up AFTER the shootin is done.” 

“So Jimmi…” I said as Thomas headed out then. 

“There was a shooting? And I missed it? Dang you guys get all the fun,” Ansar muttered. 

“Iz ok he gets to sit in the pie throwing booth for that,” Angel grinned. 

“Guess someone has ta take care of his town for him,” Eye teased. 

“Did anyone even know that man? I’d never seen him before,” Eye said. 

“Nope, never seen him before either but I did get his name,” I said. 

“I can’t help it that they pick when I ain’t here to do something,” Ansar looked at Angel. “If I could control people, this place would have a lot more taters.” 

“Lemme guess his name was Cowardly PoleCat,” Eye suggested. 

“Don’t vorry liebing you make it up at the pie booth after the dance,” Angel chuckled. 

We continued to talk and then I headed home, telling Jimmi to let me know when the trial would be happening. 

November 7, 1900

Tombstone. 

I walked down the street this morning and blinked when I saw Eye Aabye. “Well hey there.” 

“How are you?” he asked, tipping his hat. 

“I’m doing alright I guess. How have you been?” 

“Been ok fer the most part.” 

“Haven’t seen you around for a while.” 

“Yea, been back East fer a spell.” 

“All was well I hope?” 

“Sure. Inherited some land and went back....finally unloaded, turned out ta not be worth much.” 

“Been awfully quiet around here,” I nodded. “I haven’t had a good case in months and there ain’t been court in that long either.” 

“Hmmm, wonder why sa quiet?” 

“No idea…” 

“I have a surprise fer ya,” he chuckled. 

“Do ya?” 

“Been asked to take up a Deputy job here.” 

“Oh? So your past record don’t matter so much to ’em?” 

“Reckon not. It’s all be approved. Jes waiting on Angel ta swear me in.” 

I shook my head and said, “Well if you’ve made a reform I guess congratulations are in order.” 

“Reckon they don’t have much law round here.” 

“Nope, not really. There’s a deputy and a sheriff and a marshal though. And well, me.” 

“Tough job but I guess someone’s gotta do it. Hear the Rangers aren’t too effective.” 

“That too. Not that there’s even been any outlaws to take care of lately.” 

“Hmmmmm mebbe it’ll pick up again.” 

“Once they see you and Thomas are fresh deputies maybe they’ll take interest.” 

“Maybe. Thomas? Who? Wonderin if I know him.” 

“My man Thomas Wallace,” I said, reaching up to fiddle with my necklace. 

“Oh I see. Well not sure I’ve met him yet.” 

“Will have to introduce ya’ll. Angel’s been doin’ great too.” 

“There are a few outlaws I’ve seen. But haven’t seen em up ta anything. Lot a chatter.” 

“Yeah.. lots of chatter, no action.” 

“How’s things in Black Diamond?” 

“Quiet as here. I’ve still got an office out there too but not much happens there either.” 

“Heard there is not even any law in Benson,” he nodded. 

“Most exciting times are when payroll happens or at dances. My daughter follows the payroll around and there’s always gunfights involved. She helps out at the clinic.” 

“Oh I see. So folks tries robbin the payroll do they?” 

“That’s the only time I hear of anything happening really. They usually catch ’em right away.” 

“Pity it’s got so slow.”

“And then never make it to court for some reason or another. It’s frustrating, I’ll be honest. I worked so hard to become a Pinkerton... Worked so hard to be a respected one in this town. And now I’ve got nothin’ to do.” 

“Maybe I can rob the bank and arrest me,” he laughed. 

“Going to delay your hiring as a deputy,” I winked at him. 

“Hmmm wonder what we can do to get things exciting here again.”

“Not sure. I can only solve problems, not create ’em,” I said and he chuckled. “I’ve been writing a novel based on my journals from before Tombstone.” 

“Oh yes? That’s interesting.” 

“I’m going through and making a timeline of everything that happened... then highlighting the major events that shaped who I am. I’m hoping once I get it all down on paper.. I’ll be able to heal and leave it in the past. There was a lot of hurt I went through.” 

“That’s pretty cool actually.” 

“Some that I still find hard to forgive.” 

“Sorry ta hear that.” 

“It’s about a year of journals specifically from the years 1869-1870. Figure I’ll end there ’cause not much happened from ’71 to ’99 when I came here. Surprised how many events that I blocked out of my memory though... Traumatic things I chose not to remember.” 

“Think I’ll mosey an come on back later. You have a good day.” 

“Alright. Good to catch up, Eye. Good luck with the badge.” 

“I’m sure I’ll be seein ya round,” he said and I waved to him. 

Heading into Annie’s, I waved to Reb and Paisley on stage and greeted them. “Thought I’d come see how ya’ll were doin’,” I smiled at them. When they asked me how I was I said, “Just out doin’ the rounds and lookin’ for somethin’ to do or somewhere to write. Not many folks around” 

“Yes,” Reb nodded. 

“What can I get you? It is quiet this morning,” Paisley agreed. 

“Would love an Irish coffee if I could, Pais,” I smiled at her. 

Ginger came in then and Paisley poured me an Irish coffee and handed it to me. Ginger told me that he was hoping to be a healer but no one had agreed to it yet. 

We continued to chat and Ginger asked me if I saw a lot of shooting in the street lately, but I told him that I hadn’t seen any action in days, or heard of it. 

“I got shot in the ass Trin,” Reb giggled. 

“The person get arrested, Reb?” I looked at her. 

“What? Really?” Ginger asked. 

“No Trin not sure who did it there were a lot of guns going off,” Reb said. 

“Oh… No law about?” 

“Came back to Annie’s and didn’t feel to good and then saw the graze it was only a scratch,” she said. 

“No, Trin. Angel was gunned down.” 

“Oh, was she? When was this?” 

“Paisley this was day before right?” Reb looked over. 

“Don’t recall,” Paisley shook her head. 

“Hmm.. maybe I’ll try to find Angel tonight then,” I said. 

“Yes the day before There is a warrant out for Mac I believe.” 

“TJ took the sheriff badge if I remember right.” 

“He what?!” I blinked. 

“Yeah…” 

“Geez… Think I’m going to keep wandering. See you ladies later!” I stood then and set the cup on the counter along with some change. 

“Enjoy Trin,” Paisley said and I headed outside. 

November 5, 1900

Bisbee. 

This afternoon I walked into the Stock Exchange where Cas was spinning tunes on the record player. There was a few people dancing and I greeted everyone as then looked over at Irish as we danced. “Irish, I found a bunch of journals from when I was a child... That chief of the tribe you were with and my father... turns out they were real close.” 

“Oh?" Irish looked over at me questioningly. 

“Turns out the Blackfoot and Apache were real... close with each other.” 

“What did you find out so far Miss Trin.. am I wanted somewhere or something?” Irish asked. 

“Don’t know if you knew Irish... my father was third generation Apache... Making me fourth. Which I had found out back in 1870… Irish we’re…” I shifted on my feet. 

“No, I didn’t know that,” he smiled. 

I stepped closer to him as the others continued to dance and said, “Irish... I found a family tree. Based on the members in the tribe… My grandmother and her grandmother were friends as children… When she married the chief... well... my father was their son. Irish your mother was the chief’s daughter..” I said and he nodded. “The Apache Chief and the Blackfoot chief were related by marriage…” 

“That I knew from grandmother,” Irish nodded. 

“Irish we’re… We’re related.” 

“How so Miss Trin?” 

“We’re cousins, Irish,” I looked at him, unsure how I felt about it and he simply nodded. “Maybe we should get a drink…?” 

“Miss Trin I don’t drink even on special occasions,” he smiled. “Coffee?” 

“Was going to suggest. They have good coffee here. And please... no ‘miss’. We’re family, remember?” I grinned at him. 

“Irish coffee?!” Spank grinned.

“Well, I know I will have some of that, Spank,” I chuckled. 

We continued to dance and drank coffee and whiskey and I held up my glass to Irish. “A toast? To family, and leaving the past where it belongs.” 

“Yes, in the past,” Irish touched his cup to mine and smiled, drinking the coffee. “You’re right, this is good coffee…” 

“So cuz... you got a job yet?” I asked him. 

“Not yet… Been looking though… I have been looking at the stables in Benson…” he said. 

I started to say something but then bit my tongue. “Oh?” 

“Strictly others’ horses for rent… only,” Irish laughed. 

“Hey, I was leaving it where it belonged. You brought it up,” I nudged him and he nudged me back. “Irish, maybe you should settle down in Bisbee.” 

“I sorta met someone over in Benson… and told her I would help her paint and set up her new shop,” Irish looked down and blushed. 

“Oh did you?” I smiled at him and talked with Mack about how he wanted to become a lawman. I then looked over at Irish and asked, “So cuz, when am I gonna meet this lady?” 

“Soon I hope she is out of town right now.. but should be back soon.” 

“Maybe you and her and Thomas and I could get together sometime,” I smiled. 

“ I don’t know when though… she is almost as shy as I am,” Irish grinned. 

“You’re hardly shy,” I chuckled. 

“Around girls I am,” he blushed and when Spank grinned he said, “Dang it Spank you’ll just make it worse…” 

“That must be good whiskey or whatever it is, everyone’s faces is turnin’ red,” Cas commented. 

“I didn’t spike his drink, Cas,” I laughed. 

“I did not make it.. I only help out once in a while as a favor to Cas. I am not employed her,” Paisley said. “You got it for him Trin.” 

“I believe ya Trin,” Spank said. 

“But I only poured whiskey in mine.” 

“Miss Paisley knows how tongue tied I get around the Ladies..” Irish laughed. 

“I sure do…” Paisley nodded. “You need a woman Irish… You will not be as uncomfortable then.” 

“Seems he’s got one over in Benson,” I winked at Irish. “Well I need to go and see if there’s anything productive I should be doing.” I put a hand on Irish’s arm and hugged him tightly, saying, “It’s nice to have some family around..” 

“It is,” Irish nodded. 

“I’ll see you soon Irish? I want to introduce you to Thomas and the kids sometime.” 

“I would like that,” he smiled and nodded. 

“Have a good night, all!” I waved and headed out of the saloon.