"Perhaps they have, but this town is Wyatt's, and Doc is his right hand," he says, though he knows that's not entirely true. Doc does his own thing, and between them the town loves them. Yet Robert does as much but, as with many things, he seeks neither attention nor glory for it.

"This way," he says, gently guiding her by her arm towards his house a bit off the main street.

He almost loses a step when she says that, glancing at her as he leads her to his place. "Thank you. I don't think anyone but perhaps the father at the church has ever said any such thing to me. Thank you."

And it means a lot to him.

"I've never seen a reason to," he admits, stepping forward to open the gate to the walk for her. The house suits him with a small fence, the house maintained in perfect order, showing the hard work he puts into it for no one but himself.