ThirtyHe saw the trails of smoke rising up from the buildings long before he realised he had wandered way off course. As he urged his horse, or rather the horse he had stolen after dropping down from the saloon window, to the top of a rise, he peered out over the stunning white landscape and sighed. In the distance nestled a spread of buildings, a single street bisecting them. A larger building, which he assumed was a church, stood at the far end but nothing of any further merit took his interest. Another anonymous town struggling to survive after the gold and silver mines petered out. Forlorn, clinging on in the hope of better days to come but no doubt almost virtually deserted, the population long since gone. Perhaps it was better that way, at least for now. At least for Shelby. He pulle
