She was in her room, listening to what she calls music. It’s been a long while since I’ve been in her bedroom as father always sends her to me. I ...don’t understand how she can complain of space when her closet is bigger than my whole bedroom, and I live comfortably. She confirmed what my mother told me about Grant’s family. I went back to my regiment, feeling a little disheartened and wondering how my mother knew these things. It was now Friday and my mother still wasn’t home. Her trips have. The jail stayed mostly filled for the next ten days as the peace keepers and I enforced the Cheyenne Town Code posted in each bawdy house, saloon and dance hall. Once the miners, railroad men and cowboys understood that misbehaving was not tolerated, things settled down.I worked day and night for the first two weeks backing up the peace keepers with my shotgun and brawn. Everyone knew me after a week or so, and I had a fair grasp on the temperament of many of our citizens. One group with whom I. She smiled as if reading my mind."I remember you from before your 'accident', a Christmas party, I think. You were a very good looking man."She said it matter-of-factly, as if talking of someone else. She had shown no emotional reaction to my appearance at all, her only reference being her comment about Derek.I remembered she was not at that party, at least that was what David had said. Interesting."I assume you want my help in regard to your wife's relationship with my ex-husband." Ex-wife," I. It was a piece of cake.My favorite cake, Dark Forest. The piece of cake that aunt Mary had promised to buy for me because she thought I felt left behind. Because she didn't know that I had lied to her. The cake that reminded me of my stupidity and the cruelty Laura suffered and the agony she had to endure for the following weeks.I dragged the chair dejectedly and took a seat. There's a tiny plastic fork in the box. I picked it up and fork a piece of the confectionery to my mouth. I slowly.