Nothing ever happened in this town. And the people of Graveridge liked it that way. They didn’t take too kindly to strangers, but they hardly ever had any.

It was a sleepy town. A train stop on the way cross country. It had its little on room school house on a hill, a saloon, and the general store.

Nothing ever happened here, yes. So when that outlaw came in the dead of night, looking for shelter, he knew he had picked the perfect place to lay low for a while.

News spread like a flame, it was all anyone could talk about.

You were minding the general store while your father was on business as the town’s doctor. You were nose deep in a book that you were borrowing from the town’s teacher that you hardly noticed the silver spurs clicking against the sawdust floors.

“Excuse me?” A voice rang out, the drawl low. When you look up, you think this is the most handsome man you’ve ever met.