The cool air of the morning was wisping through Ezra's hair as he stood on the boardwalk. With his hat in hand he looked down at his hands with some apprehension of the action he was about to take. Looking up he took in the town one last time, his stare etching the picture into his minds eye. He never wanted to forget this place it was first place he had called home in a long while. But he knew in the back of his mind it was to good to be true. A week ago rumors of Ezra swindling a poor farmer out of everything he owned had circulated around town. Just walking down the street had become a chore; he continuously receive stares of scorn and quiet whispering. There was no truth behind them but still the rumors only rekindled old scrutiny of his character, but what hurt the most was his so called friends reaction to the situation. Chris had taken to walking out of any room he might occupy while the others merely gave him dirty looks and avoided him as well. They didn't trust him and that hurt because he let them in. He let them see who he really was and yet the still believed him to be this heartless gambler. Was he? Was that what they had seen? Of course not he thought I know who I am if they can't see then it's time to move on, Start over. He knew that staying would only make him hate them and he wasn't ready to do that. Placing his hat firmly on his head he climbed up on Chaucer in one fluid movement took one last look and spurred the horse into a gallop strait out of town.
From his wagon vin looked the gambler and saw the raw emotion that played across his features. As he watched the retreating figure of his friend he shook his head in disappointment the let out a low whisper. "what have we done."