Clayton hardly had time to react, and groaned when he realized the deputy had out shot him again. “How did you get so fast?” Clayton asked as he counted what bottles remained. They’d set them up on a log just outside of town. Billy showed Tom where he and the other lawmen did their target practice. He would rather be alone, but didn’t mind Clayton’s company either. Maybe he’d find out how Rose was doing. “Back home,” he answered as he began to reload. “We had some trouble in town one year, and so pa decided I needed to learn to shoot better, just in case the same thing ever happened again. He’d send me over to the Triple C after chores, and let Colin and Harrison Cooke teach me. They were some of the best shots in the territory then, probably still are.” “Trouble?” Clayton asked. “What kind of trouble?” “Strangers came to town, tried to … well, the best way to put is, take over.”
