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OOM : From one bar to another.
Doc still wasn't too thrilled with the idea of going back to New Mexico, but he knew that it was something that had to be done regardless of the fact that he didn't want to. Life at Milliways was suiting him just fine, if you got past the part that included that he missed his wife and young son.
His only chance at seeing them again, was going home and trying to get to freedom. Head for the border. Old Mexico. Where outlaws could be men and go invisible. So he'd taken care of things with the stables and left the notes he needed to, strapped on his gun and grabbed the rifle from the security office where it had ended up, and headed back. Billy opened the door. It was a less chaotic scene then Doc had left, so, that was at least a plus.
Beever's tavern was a dive. But it was safe, for the most part. The rest of the boys would be here and they could get started. Doc grabbed himself a glass of whiskey once they stepped through the door, and then went to take a seat near the window, lighting himself a cigarette.
Just like old times.
His only chance at seeing them again, was going home and trying to get to freedom. Head for the border. Old Mexico. Where outlaws could be men and go invisible. So he'd taken care of things with the stables and left the notes he needed to, strapped on his gun and grabbed the rifle from the security office where it had ended up, and headed back. Billy opened the door. It was a less chaotic scene then Doc had left, so, that was at least a plus.
Beever's tavern was a dive. But it was safe, for the most part. The rest of the boys would be here and they could get started. Doc grabbed himself a glass of whiskey once they stepped through the door, and then went to take a seat near the window, lighting himself a cigarette.
Just like old times.