Maybe a Little Crazy

Buck sighed, watching Sanchez exit the saloon and walk confidently down the street. There were kids in the street, too, in the late evening. Playing and yelling and laughing and carrying on after what had likely been an actual evening meal instead scraps their mamas could put together on the run. Women were on the boardwalks, talking to each other with smiles and the occasional catty look... Maybe he’d just ridden through too damn many dying towns in the last few months, but it had been a hell of a long time since he’d seen that. He missed it.