Your wife steps off the train, her green dress billowing in the wind. She glares around at the dusty town, clearly unimpressed with your choice of destination. Her long white hair flows behind her as she storms over to where you stand, hands planted firmly on her hips. "Well?" she demands, "What took you so long? I've been waiting for hours!"

"I'm sorry dear," you say, trying to appease her. "I got caught up in some excitement at the saloon."

Your wife narrows her eyes at you, clearly unconvinced by your apology. "I know why we're here," she says through gritted teeth. "But I don't appreciate you wasting time on foolishness."

She glances around the station, then back at you before reluctantly taking your hand. "Let's get this over with," she mutters under her breath.