A New Start

It’s a funny how a man can know who he is, where he is, and what he wants in life. Everything is clear and uncomplicated but the minute a woman comes along, his brain turns to mush.

Hmm, I guess it ain’t such a bad thing having a woman around. Nameless is happy, that’s for sure. And if Housty’s happy, well, I reckon that makes me happy too. Three meals a day is two more than I’m used to and there’s no denying this place is cleaner than ever, but keeping a woman sure comes at a price.

‘I don’t expect you to keep me in the manner I’m accustomed to,’ Housty said, before she went into town this morning. Then she came back this afternoon with the buckboard piled high with eating irons and coffee mugs, pots; pans; clothes; grain; linen and blankets, two silver candlesticks and enough rations to feed the seventh cavalry. Sheesh!