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I've been Marshal for a few years since returning from the war. I'm about six-foot-tall, weigh 200 pounds with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. My hair used to be raven black, but is now turning gray. My mustache is also turning gray. I usually wear bat wing chaps and pointed toe black buckaroo boots with Mexican spurs, and the thing that I'm most proud of is the star pinned to my vest.

He journeyed home now after the end of that war; His uniformed tattered, his heart bleeding and sore. All that sustained him, was his thoughts of Kate. It's all that kept him from entering into hell's gate. A seasoned man returning no longer a boy, ready to put away his guns. Ready to settle down get the ranch going raise some sons.

I've been Marshal for a few years since returning from the war. I'm about six-foot-tall, weigh 200 pounds with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. My hair used to be raven black, but is now turning gray. My mustache is also turning gray. I usually wear bat wing chaps, pointed toe black buckaroo boots with Mexican spurs, and the thing that I'm most proud of is the star pinned to my vest.

Yesterday Bob Baker had cleaned the house and placed a vase of wild flowers on the table, as well as a tablecloth. He made sure all the lamps were full of oil and that there was plenty of wood brought in to use in the stoves and fire place. It was early fall and the early mornings and late evenings were starting to grow cold. Bob was preparing for a very special day. For today his mail order bride would be arriving by coach.

A very passionate middle-aged couple have to make hard decisions as they try to turn from their outlaw ways. There is nothing that they can't overcome together. Working side by side, taking time along the way to show their love for one another. Both are ex-gamblers and fast guns, so when the bad guys show up, they are easily dispersed of. However, the way it was done doesn't shine a favorable light on the couple.