“I can’t believe you actually want that god-forsaken chunk of land.”

“I can’t believe you actually want that god-forsaken chunk of land.” Carrigan said as he checked over the title documents and handed them to his bank clerk.

“Well, I’m not afraid of work. Just lookin’ to put down some roots.” Murdoch replied.

The previous two weeks since the poker game had been eventful. Murdoch cashed in his winnings from Carrigan, asking the old man to hold back 10 dollars as a good faith money on the property.

The day after the game, Murdoch rode out to the property with Carrigan to make sure the land and boundaries reflected correctly on the title.

Then Murdoch rode to the Circle S to collect any back pay and tie up some loose ends. Boone was sad to see him go but understood the desire for Murdoch to improve his situation.

Back in Milton Creek Carrigan and Murdoch locked heads again as they negotiated price for a few days landing on exactly Carrigan’s original asking price. They decided to meet at Carrigan’s Bank, aptly named Milton Creek Bank.

Once all the paperwork was finished, the two friendly rivals headed over for a drink at the Saloon. Carrigan enjoyed getting to know his rival. They discussed Murdoch’s plans for the property and Carrigan told Murdoch of his plans to grow the town.

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