The rooster crowed outside Ruth’s window, she crawled into her bed maybe she could get a few hours of sleep before she had to start the days chores.
John was back, now what she thought?
“Momma you ok in there “ Penny said sounding a little worried?
“Just a little tired” Ruth rolled over still trying to go to sleep.
“Momma hadn’t slept this late since paw’s been gone”.
Ruth rose around noon and and filled Penny in on the nights events.

“Bar keep Whiskey” he slide the drink over to John.
He downed it then slammed the glass to the bar, another.

The saloon doors busted open the place fell dead silent.
Penny stepped in and stopped, “John Marshall” she said with a grin from ear to ear; running, leaping into his arms.
“Whoa woman” he removed her, standing her on her feet.
She stepped back her smile melted away.
“If you think you can just” she trailed off seeing the grin slowly forming on John’s face.
He winked “well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes little girl”.