Epilogue 2 The Artist

I felt confused.
I felt... trapped inside a picture. Behind me, in the buggy, two broken people, sorrow clouding them, exuded like mist chilling my back. The Minister and his wife, lives shattered, shot apart from within; the lawman, grim and grey-faced, who understood duty and never shirked confrontation, but who now faced one of his most difficult challenges, handing over an old friend to faceless judgement.
But in front of me bright sunshine decorated the landscape ahead. Clint's arm around my shoulders. Above, endless blue sky. Around us, warm breezes and birdsong.
The world is a beautiful artist.