“Look familiar?” Clint asked. “As a matter of fact,” Sonnet said, “it does.” They reined in their horses in front of the trading post. When they entered, they saw that it was a combination general store and saloon. There was one man behind the bar, and three more in front, drinking. They all turned to look at the two strangers as they entered. “You got a lot of nerve,” the bartender said. “Are you talking to me?” Clint asked. “I’m talkin’ to your friend,” the man said. “You didn’t learn your lesson last time?” one of the other men asked Sonnet. “My lesson?” “Don’t act like you don’t understand,” the bartender said. “When we kicked you outta town, we tol’ you never to come back.” “I—I don’t remember,” Sonnet said. “Can I ask a question?”
