The sheriff shook his head.

"She some whore from Deadwood?"

"No. She was my wife."

"How would I know your wife, stranger."

The stranger took another swallow.

"Just thought you might."

The sheriffs hand went to his gun.

"You tryin' to say somethin' stranger?"

"Just conversationing, sheriff."

He offered his bottle.

"Another drink, sheriff?"

"No. And I don't think you should either, stranger."

He walked closer and stared into the stranger's eyes.

"I think you should move on, ifin you know whats good for you."

The sheriff started walking away.

"My wife burned in a fire sheriff."

The sheriff stopped.