jesse woke up.
it was still dark.
the rain had stopped.
or at least stopped beating on the window.
he sat up.
and reached under the bed.
his boots were still there.
or were they?
and so was betsy.
or was she?
wait a doggone minute, he thought.
where am i this time?
and who am i supposed to be?
and then it hit him.
slow as first, then fast, like the sun coming up over the desert.
the desert that was just outside.
if it would ever stop raining.
but it had stopped raining.
finally.
jesse knew what he had to do.
it was time.
he put his boots on.
he stuck betsy in his belt.
he opened the door and went back down the stairs.
down in the street the rain had indeed stopped.
and the fog was lifting.
someone was walking down the street, coming towards him.
who could it be?
but that dirty little coward bob ford.
jesse smiled.
bob came closer.
wearing a hat two sizes too big for him.
bob was shaking.
as well he might be.
hello, bob, jesse addressed him civilly.
hello, jesse, bob replied in a somewhat surprisingly confident voice.
but the time for talk had passed.
jesse took betsy out of his belt.
and pointed her at bob.
and smiled.
and felt a bullet rip through his back.
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