off the porch to kneel beside Kelly’s body. He looks across at the already-kneeling Stella.
I never enjoy killing a man.
Stella stands, so for a moment she is taller than he. She stalks back into the saloon.
The stagecoach has pulled up across the street. A tall, lanky gambler has disembarked and now walks toward the saloon, carrying his heavy satchel. He moves through the assembled people until he is standing over Kelly’s body. This is SLICK.
Excuse me, Sheriff. I’m a gambler who would like to run an honest game in your town. To whom do I speak
I hope it’s not this gentleman.
Cobb likes his style. He smiles and turns to indicate Paden.
Paden and Cobb exchange looks for a second. Then Cobb is bustling off.
I gotta get somebody to clean up this mess.
Emmett and Paden watch Cobb move down the street.
You used to ride with that guy?