It was slowly dawning on Clairise that her life had taken a turn for the better.She doubted that her marriage to Doc Fenton existed anymore,and she doubted any crimes she'd committed as a shootist could be traced back to her.
Clay fenton no longer existed.
Clairise did.
She looked over at Jeb Flycatcher,who was still staring at that whip in hi hand.
She slipped a halter around Ken the mule and led him away down the streets of laredo.
As she bounced along she sang a little tune
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-lee
Whack for the too-ra loo-ra-laddy
What for the too-ra loo-ra-lee.
The End