Wyatt, Virgil, and Doc were sitting at a table in the Oriental, drinking whiskey and talking things out. Big Nosed Kate was off doing her thing, and the smoke-filled saloon was doing big business. Tonight, there were no members of Ike Clanton’s crew to stir up any trouble, and old Doctor Death was sealed up there in his room over at the Grand Hotel with Morgan sitting watch.
Tonight, it felt like everything was back to normal.
Hell, even Wyatt’s gut was telling him everything was alright.
“It’s quiet tonight,” said Doc. “You can almost hear the crickets chirping.”
“Thank god,” said Virgil. “I’m about ready for a night of peace and quiet around here. I don’t know how long it’ll last, but I’m enjoying it for the moment.”
Wyatt said, “I’ll drink to that.” He raised his glass and Doc and
