OOM : New Mexico Territory

It was too late to do anything more than sit around and work their way through a bottle of tequila and try to formulate a plan when it came to just how they were going to get to Old Mexico without getting themselves killed or caught. It wouldn't be easy, but it would be made easier by having a bit of money in their pockets when they finally made the run for the border.

So it was time to go see an old friend.

Doc kicked himself awake from the space of floor he'd been taking up in the spare room of Beever's. Pat was trying to avoid them all, for good reason, and Billy was going on about something in the other room with Dave, most likely. He scrubbed a hand over his face and then got up, rolled up his blanket, then pulled his boots on and headed outside without a word.

The horses would need food and water, so he set about doing that as the sun rose over the desert and the worn-down building they knew so well. John Chisum's ranch was a good ride from Beever's place, but when the man owned most of the property in the county, it was a good ride from anywhere.

Sleeping on a damn floor he yawned, then stretched his back and grabbed a bucket You're gettin' spoiled, in that bar, Doc. Get used to it.

Later he would find himself getting used to this again a little too quickly for his own taste.