"With a groan ... or two or three or six, I got up, padded barefoot down the hall, down the stairs, into the kitchen, got a drink of water, drank it, ...icked up the ringing phone and got a dial tone.A quick trip to the bathroom, as quick as a healthy young man with a full bladder can make it. I had just started to pee and the phone started up again."Answer the fucking phone!" hollered Grace.Stopping in mid stream? Not on your life. "I'm busy." God, do I have to do everything?"Pad, pad, pad, Ring. The cool wintery breeze swirled in as Tim continued. Ted took off hiscoat and set it behind him in the back seat before getting in and closingthe door rubbing his hands from the cold. He started the car but waitedfor Tim, marveling with an easy satisfied smile at the transformationtaking place.The zipper of the satchel rasped loudly as it was opened and Tim beganrummaging. The black satin camisole straps were dropped from hisshoulders as he leaned forward. He produced a white lace. The sound of the train whistle broke through the still morning air.Blackie stopped cleaning his guns and checked his watch. For the first time in a long while, the eastbound train was on time. This was the day the widow Primgrass was due to return to Tombstone.He pulled on his leather boots and spun both cylinders on his colts before he headed to the train station platform. He had some unfinished business with the widow.The smoke plume was drifting over Main Street when Blackie reached the. Pete smiled and diplomatically stepped into the front of the shop to give the two some alone time. Mark held Bella for a few minutes letting her get out the overwhelming emotions she was feeling. When she had gotten herself together and dried her eyes, he called Pete back in."Are you ready now, Bella?" Pete asked."Oh yes, Please hurry! I want to wear Master's brand right away!" she said excitedly. She got back up on the table laying on her right side so he could work on her left cheek."Okay now.