When Miranda dropped her bomb on me that she wanted a divorce and that she was leaving me to go live with her super stud boyfriend Sven; and I'll add,...that she was abandoning the children as well. I'd been taken completely by surprise and was pretty much devastated! The children had been totally bewildered, they had no idea what the hell was happening. I'd had no clue that Miranda had been running about with Sven behind my back, and I'm sure too that the children had been far too young to have. I watched the roadhouse for an hour through Rachael's father's field glasses. When I was satisfied I understood what went on, I rode to the inn. I put my horse in the stable. A young fellow said, "For two bits in advance, I'll make sure your fine horse is here when you leave." If my horse isn't here, I'm going to cut your cock off." I walked into the roadhouse. It was rough, very rough.The innkeeper asked, "What would you like?" I'm interested in your women."The innkeeper laughed, "So is. A background check on his parents and his friends from his youth did not reveal any contacts with Western capitalists and he never made any trouble in the carnival or at the research center where he had trained with the other candidates for space travel.There was a hint of disturbing behavior when he was found peeing on a picture of the inspired leader of the nation by a loyal son of the revolution. It was excused as an action done out of ignorance because Bobo had never actually met the divine. I got no warrant on you so set your mind at ease."The shifty looking hombre with the wide-brimmed sombrero glided into the office on silent moccasins cradling a Henry repeater in the crook of his arm."You got a sweet deal here, amigo. It sticks in my mind that not too long ago, we were both making tracks to shed that posse from our trail up north of the railhead."Brett remembered the tense times with great clarity despite his attempts to bury the memory deep enough in a remote corner of his.