[ He finds himself looking for what's not there. The saloon that Ms Millay presides over would be, of course, ideal, but it's like she says -- they're a long way from Sweetwater. He can at least lead them under cover and out of the rain, and their reflections ghost by them as Teddy scans windowed store fronts.

How much is he taking in and how much he is processing is hard to gauge. Sky blue eyes have the same glassy quality of mirrors, more reflection than insight. ]

Well, [ he says, hesitant in assessment, thoughtful. ] I been a stranger plenty of times, in more towns than I could name. Bound to be one that's a stranger to me.

How did you come by this place?