The room was warm after being out in the street. The soft glow of the oil lamp and the crackling of the fire in the stove was just what he needed. " Evening Sharon, thanks for letting me in this late.." Hos words were interrupted by a gunshot. He drew his colt and went to the door. Out in the street a man on a rearing horse was shouting and firing his pistopl in the air. "Where is she, dang it?" he yelled at the empty street. "You got 'till 3:30 then I will find ya and have at it. You don't mess with Big John's stock you little puke!" He turned his horse around and in a clould of snow was gone. The rancher felt a hand on his shoulder, "Close the door, it's just Big John Denny," she said. He turned, holstered his Colt and shut the door. The room smelt of wild flowers and apples. "Must be summer time in my heart," he said taking her hand..."
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