“Morning. How are you?” “I’ll be better once these greenhorns are on the train and I’m on my way back here.” He was about to reply when he heard the widow Gordon declare in a voice loud enough to be heard in Tucson, “I can’t wait to leave this awful place.” Clad again in her fancy brown traveling costume, she stormed over to Regan’s buggy, adding, “And when I get home, I’ll be sure to tell everyone I know what a terrible time I had.” “Please do,” Regan tossed back, which seemed to throw the widow off her stride.
