scurlock | oom: heyser, texas

The following Sunday's church service in Heyser went along in a manner that was relatively similar to the week prior - the parishioners gawked, the pastor gave Samuel looks before (and after) the sermon, Katherine glared at anyone and everyone who dared to stare and the boys sat side-by-side in that pew not giving a damn.

(Jay still wanted to hurt Crocker's boys, but since they'd stayed away from the Barlow property, he didn't have the same urges as he'd had the week before.)

He hadn't really been paying attention to the date, even though that was one of the reasons he'd headed to Green Lake instead of heading further west out of Wichita. He'd been so wrapped up in the week's worth of work he hadn't been keeping track. With his shoulder still healing, he kept to chores that weren't all that labor intensive.

Katherine seemed to keep closer to the house, too.

After the service broke up, the boys milled outside before they all headed into town. Samuel needed supplies, and the rest of them split up. Someone to fetch the post, another to check the stores, Jay wanted more cigarettes (even though he'd been smoking less than he had in years, the last few weeks). It was a quiet Sunday morning.

For the time being, anyway.

Threaded | Flat

There was a small crowd around the entrance to the apothecary, which wasn't exactly a common sight. Not even for a Sunday. People were murmuring and pushing one another -- obviously something was going on.

Eventually, Tom comes bursting out from among the crowd, a newspaper in one hand while his other holds onto his hat. His eyes are huge as he searches out the first familiar face he can find.

"Holy shit! Pat Garrett's killed Billy the Kid!"

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