Catherine Hays Cox:
Katy wasn't certain what to expect at the Woolly Buffalo, but it sure wasn't this. She did a double-take when she saw the man's features. The voice and the appearance both fit. "You'll be damned? I'll be damned. That really you, Kingsnake? Weird sorta rumor going around that ya got lynched. If ya gotta few moments, wouldn't mind hearin' what ya've been upta. And what the hell happened back in Kansas." In less than a day, she'd caught up with Carter, Logan, Wells, Wilder, and now the Kingsnake. Apparently Texians loved them some Deadwood. Who would be the next to show up?
Jackie opens her mouth, then apparently thinks better of whatever she was about to say, and chuckles ruefully.
The big man pulls at the bandana around his neck.
"Well, they certainly did try." He says as he reveals a rope burn around his neck.
"Rum Tum Tugger still had friends up in Lawrence, the kind o' friends who still harbor a grudge over Quantrill's raid and don't take kindly to negros who wear the Gray. They seemed to think I owed Abraham Lincoln somethin'. Yankees. Go figure." He shrugs and waves to Nat for a drink, then hands it over.
"Anyhow, I been travelin' with the fella who dug me out o' that mess. He goes by the name o' Coot. He's an odd duck -- roams around the West." he grins.
"He's settin' up a Society for the Preservation and Advancement o' the Differently Alive. SPA-DA for shot."
The man in bandages next to him just groans.
"Oh, Christ. Not that again."
Jackie, hearing this, just breaks out laughing.