Derek finished, his voice cracking with regret, “So you see’s Miss Fallon, for true I’s not lyin', I’s not a good man.”

Looking out the window, seeing a golden sun cresting over the hills, Fallon thought, this old world still has beauty in it.

Realizing he hadn’t done her wrong and the night was over, she put her arms around him, laying her head on his chest, tears trickling down her cheeks, “Well, sir, you’re a good man today.”

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