Corey laid the now dead man aside and watched as a new woman dressed in black get off a black horse. When she commented on how he had died, the wheels in his head began turning. He stood and placed his hat back on his head.<br/>"So, you must be the 'Her' everyone's been talkin' 'bout." he said. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm gonna have to write you up on second degree murder." The townsfolk watched with their mouths agape as Corey took out a notebook and pen. "Could I get a name, please?"<br/>Sonia's men burst out laughing, one laughing so hard he fell right off his horse. "He doesn't know who you are!" another one cried.<br/>Corey looked around confused. "What'd I say?" he asked. "I don't recall sayin' somethin' funny just now..."<br/><br/>Sent from my Z796C using Tapatalk