When the stage rolled into town it brought two strangers.
A big woman with small mean eyes, a foul mouth and a taste for whiskey. A runt-like man, red-eyed with an indoor pallor and a need for a drink.
A couple clearly on close terms. Though not good terms, seeing as they arrived fist-fighting and biting and carried on cussing and swearing at each other as they scrambled out of the barely-halted stage and headed on over to the saloon.
A couple whose luggage was not much more than a carpet bag but who were clearly aiming to stay. At Adam Steele's place, to which they claimed they held title and had come to take over what was rightfully theirs.