The stagecoach has finally arrived in Central City, Colorado. Joseph steps off looking around then he turns to look at Rose "Okay woman this is where we part ways. Don't forget the conversation that we had a few days ago. Keep your mouth shut. I don't mean like your legs always open."
Rose looks at him "Joseph Layne you poor excuse of a man. I can't believe that I loved you. I hope you go straight to hell and meet your mother.
Joseph chuckles and pats her head. "Too bad the bastard that shot you didn't kill you," he picks up his luggage and looks at her again. "If I would have been the one shooting at you. Believe me, you and I wouldn't be having this conversation. Hell, you wouldn't be alive to have a conversation with anyone." He walks away laughing.
After checking in at the hotel Jo
