Parker nodded. "And I'll be damned if I will ever figure out how you and your ma got old Luther to climb on that train. But I am sure glad ya'll did. It was good to see the old scalawag after so many years."
Martha, Parker, and I talked through dinner, and then we spent another hour or so sitting on their veranda. I tried my best to explain my motivation for leaving Denver, but I am not sure they understood or agreed with it.
"I guess we all have to do what we think is best when faced with difficult and troubled times," Martha said.
As I turned to leave, Parker added, "You do what you gotta do, Billy, and don't give no never mind to what folks say 'cause nobody can walk in yore shoes usin' yore feet."
On the way home, I stopped at a saloon I often frequented and had a few drinks with s
