Sixty steps true west from the twisted tree where dead men hung, was the center of Nowhere; a ramshackle town at the end of the trail.
Shutters banged, footsteps retreated down the wooden boardwalk, and curtains whisked closed.
Sam Hell had come to town.
At the end of the street two dusty youngsters played at marbles.
“Good shot!” Cody wiped at his runny nose.
“Say Mister, do you wanna play marbles?” the other noticed Sam.
“Don’t look at ‘em he’s mean.” Cody scooped up his shooter.
“You ever kill anyone?”
“Just people that ask too many questions.”