Epilogue 1 The Only Way

The buggy journey back into Roylsden was odd. Clint had the reins and I sat beside him, both of us trying to cajole a tired and grumpy horse into getting us back to town. Minister McGinley and his wife were quiet in the back, very quiet: not that they had many alternatives, Sheriff Cole sat with them. Husband and wife both looked emptied out, like discarded tack bags, and sat silent and broken. Mickey and Doc Morris stayed behind with the boys at the farm. I wasn't sure that was the best way: fact is, it was the only way.