"Well, hell." David said as he looked into his canteen. He had drank every last bit of the water, luckilly he was about, 6 miles, give or take, from the town. His colt army dangled from his side, the trigger was broken so it wasn't much use. His bowie was secured in it's sheath, and he had a few dozen dollars in his pocket. He could tell there was alot of gold, he could sense it in the air. He began walking toward the town again, first he would go to the saloon, then to the hotel. If he could, he would pick up a mighty fine woman while he was at it. But, he hadn't shaved for a few weeks, ehh, a barber would be around.