Once the sun had finally set, the golden light finally dissolving off the long grass of the headland, I gathered up my equipment and headed down onto ...he beach. It was dark but not pitch black yet. As I reach the last wonky step that led to the sand, I saw her sat there, staring out to sea. It was obviously Alex who had been walking earlier, and now here she was sat on the fine sand at the top of the cove, unseeingly staring out to see, a tear running down her cheek. She looked up as I walked. "He glanced down, "and you managed to kill all four before they could get off a shot?"One of the other officers stood and chuckled, "you ever been to Whyte's gunfighter alley?"The officer looked at him and shook his head, "why?"The officer nodded to me, "because he is Whyte's gunslinger and runs the shop."I shrugged when they looked at me, "it gives me a lot of time to practice."I glanced at several more officers and detective Daniels as they walked in. Daniels stopped and looked at the four. Of course what it had taken to restore the corpses neck to a normal appearance was nothing the family need now. The morgue make-up artist had done a phenomenal job restoring an appearance of life. One could practically see the eyelashes fluttering as though asleep, only the absence of the gentle rise and fall of the corpses bosom prevented that illusion. Even that detail was easily enough overlooked from the serenity apparent on the face. The lips, slick and pink, seemed ready to part at any. "NO, NO you don't understand. Yes, he cheated, but what I did had nothing to do with that. I can't be faithful, not long term. There are times that I need something different. I get this itch and there is no controlling it. I am sure this baby is yours because I have been ok for the last six months. But it will come again," she said."I'm not sure what you are telling me," I said."Rob you are a good man. The best man I know and frankly the man I would most like to be a father to my children. I.