Nathan hadnt changed much, he still wore that same black hat with the same tailor made charcoal colored suit and vest and his flocked coat which hung low enough to cover the two guns he wore on the crafted holster he had made special in Saint Louie. His face showed signs of age but only in the slightest measure and his hair was still as black as night even though he was only a few years younger than myself, but that that grin he gave me, as we chatted , was still as fresh as the first day I ran across him down near the Pecos river were he helped me out of a close encounter with six bandits I was trying to arrest. He saved my life that day and I never forgot it no matter how different our paths had gone after that and hoped we would never met up again where that unusual friendship would be tested. You passing through? I asked sipping my coffee. Nathan put down the cards and gave a wide grin, I understand you have to do your job but please dont push, he pick up his cup and motioned the bartender for a refill,I am merely a visitor to your little hamlet wanting no interference or interruption. Just asking Nathan, as I ask all who come through, its nothing personal, just part of the job I replied. Well sheriff, he said turning over the aces of spaces,lets just say I am spending a few days here looking over my options. looking down he realized he had dealt himself two pairs, aces and eights. Not a good sign my friend, you know what happened to Hickok. I commented getting up from the table....to be continued
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 18:44:25 +0000
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