Doc said, lighting a cheroot. "I myself prefer the less violent pursuits, especially those endeavors where you can become grass-bellied with spot cash."

"Those are not easy to find," Warren said.

"Easy or not, I plan to spend the rest of my life lookin'," Wyatt said. "Amen to that, Wyatt," Doc rasped. He took a long swig of bourbon that he always carried in a small silver flask. "I am pleased to see that you are finally heeding a valuable lesson."

"And what would that be?" Wyatt asked.

"That you can be as open-faced as a Waterbury watch, and ungrateful folks, like those in Tombstone, will go round you like you are a swamp."

At that bit of Holliday insight, the table fell silent. That dinner would be the last time I...

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