Fear is a bad Adviser

Pacing up and down, Raven's worries were growin'

Wherever everybody else went –

There was no way of knowin'.

He missed their voices:

Their bickering and laughter.

No way that he could go after –

He tensed.

Oh, if he could ride with his friends!

But 3Gun's words had been resolute

As he left the Saloon in his, Raven's, hands.

Of course, he wanted them to be proud;

But... some tricks must be allowed.

One last glance back to the dead tables,

Then he dashed to the stables.

Shaking, he let one horse "free",

Wondering whose it could be.