The Sheriff steps aside and Humby tumbles onto the floor.
'That's no way to treat your friend,' she says, mocking.
He looks at his sister with his hands on his hips. He has not spared a glance for the Mayor as he scrabbles about on the floor trying to get to his feet.
'Does this mean you're still planning to leave town?' he asks her.
'Yes. There is nothing for me here now.'
'Not even me? No, I didn't think so,' he doesn't give her the chance to answer, 'but I'm surprised you didn't want to travel with Mr Tanner.'
She looks down at her feet as though suddenly interested in the state of her boots.
'He left without me,' she murmurs.
'No he didn't.' Logan says as he walks up to them.
She looks up and smiles, taking a step toward him and then seems to stop herself.
'Were you going to leave without me? I thought you'd already gone,' she says. 'Your horse had gone from outside Mannion's.'
'I thought that was your horse that had gone. I guess Mannion fooled us both by moving his own horse.'
'I'm glad you're here. Perhaps we could ride together a little? I think we have some things to discuss.' She says it with a twinkle in her eye and Logan is reassured that all will be well again.
'You can't go with him.' Humby lurches to his feet.
'I'll do what I want.'
'You,' he wags a finger at Logan, 'this is all your fault.'
Logan is caught off guard by the speed of the man, despite his drunkenness, he manages to swing a punch that Logan can't quite dodge and, unable to use his arm to deflect the blow staggers back as Humby's fist connects with his cheek.
Emily is quick too. The derringer is out of her pocket and Logan fears she will shoot the Mayor but instead she whips the barrel and the weight of the little gun into the middle of Humby's face, knocking him back onto the ground.
'I think now would be a good time to leave.' Logan says, tasting blood where his cheek has been cut by his own teeth.
Emily steps round Humby and throws her arms around Logan, knocking his hat off.
Logan laughs with relief that things might just work out okay.
'There is just one thing, before we go.'
She lets go and allows him to pick up his hat.
'Your brother. He's been looking out for you. For both of us. He knows what's been going on, all of it, and he's still prepared to stand here and let us ride away. Don't leave without saying something.'
He dusts off his hat. Emily looks from him to her brother and back.
'Our father would have--' she starts.
'Our father wasn't a good man, Emily. He didn't have a thought for our happiness or our wellbeing, he only cared about that ranch. I'm not sad to see it burned.'
'I really thought I would be sad,' she says, 'but I'm not. I've tried really hard to keep the ranch successful, tried to do what would have pleased father. I can see now that I was no better at pleasing him that you were.' She shakes her head. 'It isn't as simple as that though.'
'What isn't simple?'
'This. Us. We've spoken more words in the last five minutes that we have in five years. It isn't just going to change overnight. I'm not a good girl. You're a sheriff. We're oil and water.'
'You may be right, and it'll take a while before you can show your face in Walkers Creek again after knocking out the Mayor in the middle of the street.' His voice is stern but he has a big smile on his face.
She leans in and gives her brother a hug.
'You want to take care with him,' he says, indicating Logan. 'He's not the legendary gunslinger he likes to think he is.'
'That's okay. I've seen him in action and you're right, but I don't need a man to protect me or to fight my battles for me. I'm quite nasty enough to do that for myself.'
Her brother just laughs and nods.
'Perhaps I should give you the partner to that gun,' she says, pointing at the revolver in her brother's holster, 'and reunite father's guns.'
'No,' he says after a moment, 'keep yours. There'll be another chance to pair them up.'
They walk back to Mannion's store trying not to notice that everyone seems to be watching them. Whispers pass along, Logan presumes they must be commenting on the Mayor and his broken nose.
Logan swings up onto his horse, unable to stifle a grunt at the discomfort. Emily mounts up alongside him.
'I see you two are back together.' Mannion says from the door of the shop.
'For the moment,' she replies.
'Well then, goodbye for now, but I hope I'll see you again.'
'I'll bring you something fashionable from San Francisco.'
As they ride over the box bridge over the creek Logan turns to her.
'Did you mean that back there.'
'What?'
'About going to San Francisco?'
'Why not?' she says, 'We have to go somewhere. Why not there?'
