He sees Eddie and Susannah to their room, giving them what he can in the way of comfort. As he expected, it's not much ( Read more... )

Cuthbert? Is sleeping.

It's the sleep of the righteous. The sleep of a man who's done what he could to help his friends and taken immensely satisfying action after days of fuming at his own uselessness. The sleep of a man who had no idea you could be this exhausted from the effort it took to not run across a room and not draw a gun ( Read more... )

[Bert joins the list of those who've had nightmares.]When Cuthbert awakes, his first instinct is to grab for his gunbelt, which lies draped across the back of a nearby chair. He has one revolver out and is pointing straight ahead, his arm shaking, when suddenly he stops and looks at the gun in his hand--and something very much like self-loathing ( Read more... )

Cuthbert's been sleeping. A lot. Getting shot seven or eight times (could be more, really...he stopped counting at five), and then finding yourself in a new and interesting place, and then palavering with your oldest friend and several new ones...all that adds up to one very tired gunslinger ( Read more... )