She sat down on a bench and waited for the train. She did not have long to wait, presently with a great gust of steam it rolled into the station. She idly twirled her parasol as she watched the passengers get off the train one by one. She paused and sat up straight at the sight of one of them. He was a large behemoth of a man in a buffalo hide coat. His hat was pulled low and the collar of his mangy coat was pulled up to his ears. As if scenting her interest he swiveled around and looked straight at her. Mon Dieu! she thought. His muddy brown eyes were those of a stone cold killer and something else she could not quite put her finger on. Her fears were confirmed when a group of gunslingers got off the train and joined him. Lean, hollow men with their guns slung low and murder on their minds. She shivered inside. They were headed to Virginia City and she could guess why. She had heard that canaille Leonard White and his boss bragging about the new guns he had hired to ‘finish the gambler off’.
