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Morgan shook his head as he heard the sound of hoofbeats pounding hard and fast on the compact dirt. Great. He'd had such a nice afternoon, drinking and smoking, and here was some bastard from the desert here to muck it up. He turned to look out the window, just making out the shape of Alex in the shade of a building and some hunched over figure on a fast-approaching horse. There was a gunshot, which he took to be from Alex, and he grunted his approval, hoping the warning shot was enough to stop the rider.

Jenny was already on her feet, pistols drawn, but Morgan had no interest in offering his assistance. That's what town marshal's were for, right? It sure as hell wasn't his job to jump in and set that crazy rider straight. He watched Jenny go, looking out the window to see what he could of the confrontation. It promised to be an entertaining show.