Time sure did fly, Bill thought as he realized it had been almost a year since the shoot out with Caleb Stanton. A full twelve months had gone past, and he was still here and guessed he would remain so for some time to come. He had nowhere else to go and besides these days he had ties to the town. For one thing he wore the tin star himself and took pride in his role as town sheriff. And for another he had a wife, a good woman and he had not looked back since marrying Martha almost ten months ago.
A lot had happened since then.
Bill patted the side of his horse’s head gently as they approached the town boundaries. He took this ride every afternoon, called it his patrol. He would circle the town and the ride out to the old Stanton place before doing the whole thing in reverse. He smiled as he reached the outskirts of the town and saw the welcome sign.
It always tickled him.
WELCOME TO WILLIAMSTOWN.
The End of
A Piccadilly Publishing Western
By Jack Martin