he drew his gun. As he drew he bumped into the table driving it back into Archie, the collision of the table against Archie’s arm caused his thumb to slip off the hammer of the Derringer. Both barrels fired from under the table striking Arnold in the groin.

Archie leaped to his feet still holding the smoking gun. Kate grabbed him by the arm yanking him toward the door. He scooped up the gun case and followed her outside. Once outside they ran toward the idling train. Town’s folk were rushing toward the saloon, after hearing of a gun fight.

A block away from the train they slowed to a walk. Kate was the first to speak, “Archibald, why did you shoot him?”
“It was an accident. My thumb slipped off the hammer. God knows, I didn’t mean it. Lets go back.”
Kate said, “Are you crazy. He was a townee. They stick together. Lets go back to our compartment, maybe we’ll be safe there.” She struck off on her own, and reluctantly he followed.

By the time they reached the railroad platform people were talking