Note: This chapter covers an event mentioned in the "Undead Nightmare" part of the game: a gunfight in California in 1902. It was after this that he went to Mexico.

"What's this, marriage number three?," a man asked Landon as he saw the blonde woman there with Landon.

"My cousin was married seven times," Landon replied. "Now stop babbling and let's play dice. Come on, Steven. Roll."

Landon and Steven flipped the dice cups. "I bid there are two sixes," Steven said.

"Three sixes," Landon said.

"Bluff," Steven said.

The dice were revealed. "Four sixes," Steven said. "Damn." He tossed one die to the table. "You're gonna be the talk of the country when people realize you beat me, the only brother of the owner of the largest railroad company. He might open the rail lines to Mexico soon. What do you think of that, Landon?"

"I don't care," Landon said. "I haven't even ridden a train yet. But people tell me it's the best way to travel."

"I see," Steven said. "Give it a try."

Once again, the game resumed.

"Two ones," Steven bid.

"Four ones," Landon replied.

"Bluff," Steven said.

The dice were revealed.

Steven's final die read one. Two of Landon's three dice read one.

"Game's over," Landon said. "I win."

"No, you lose," Steven said. He drew his gun and fired at Landon, who threw himself to the floor.

"Janet, get down!," Landon yelled.

Landon and Steven exchanged gunfire as people ran to protect themselves. Landon fired and hit Steven in the shoulder. As Steven lay against a wall and gasped, Landon walked up to him. He stood over Steven and aimed the gun at him.

"Landon, don't do it," Janet cried. "Please!"

Landon stepped back and uncocked the hammer. "You better appreciate her," Landon said.

In the hotel room, Janet was angry. "I knew all this gambling would get you into trouble. I want you to stop it. You have to stop it."

Landon was tired of this. Janet never left him alone about his gambling. He had to listen to this every day. He had indeed gotten into fights, usually fist-fights, when he played any gambling games. He had been shot, stabbed, punched, and almost drowned by people he had gambled against. Sometimes, he was cheating. He often cheated at Poker.

Landon didn't say anything. He knew better than to argue with Janet. She was a woman who liked to have the last word, no matter what it took or how long she had to continue to argue.

"I know you hear me, Landon!," Janet demanded.

"Yeah, I do," Landon replied, keeping himself calm. "Janet, I love you, but you need to stop screaming at me like I'm a child."

"Well, I will quit screaming when you quit the damned gambling!," Janet responded. "One day, somebody is gonna kill you, Landon. And I know you have a child. You promised you would go back to that girl one day. You can't do that if you're dead."

Landon calmed himself down. "I wanna go to Mexico," he told Janet as he sat down. "I can make a new start there."

"A new gambling start?," Janet asked. "They gamble more there than here." She sighed. "They're in trouble there, Landon," she went on. "It's not a safe place."

"Neither is here," Landon replied. "Here, there's a big bounty on my head, dead or alive. You could get caught up in a crossfire."

Janet thought for a moment.

"We can leave tomorrow morning," Landon said. "Give it a few years and come back. By then, maybe I won't look the same. I'm not getting any younger. I left home when I was sixteen, killed my first victim when I was eighteen. Look at me, almost forty-four. Twenty-five years killing men. I never hurt a woman or a child. I never would, either."

Janet thought hard. "All right," she finally agreed. "We'll go to Mexico."

Janet woke up before dawn the next day. Landon was still sound asleep. Janet wrote a note, picked up a large knife, and stabbed herself in the throat.

"Janet?" Landon was shocked when he found what had happened. Strangely, he was not upset. Why was he not upset? He had been devastated when he lost Naomi and even more devastated when Lucinda had taken his daughter and left. But, why was he not so upset about this one? When he read the note, it answered all his unspoken questions.

"Dear Landon, I don't think you're going to be all that sad when I am gone. No one will be. I think you and I were just entertainment for the other. You talk so much about Naomi and Lucinda and your child, but you seem bored with me except when we are laying together. I care about you, but I am not in love with you. There is no one to love me in this world, so I want to leave it. Goodbye, my love."

Landon knew she was right. They seemed to have married simply to always have some entertainment. Landon knelt by Janet, closed her eyes, and stood up. "Happy trails, Janet," he said, somewhat sadly.

Landon dressed, got his gun, and walked downstairs.

At the livery stable, Landon asked for his horse. As he was preparing to mount up, Steven found him.

"Running away now, Landon?," Steven mocked. "Afraid you'll lose at dice today? Or is the old bag hindering you?"

Landon turned and punched Steven. Steven didn't fall, but was knocked back a few steps. He drew his gun and fired at Landon. He missed and struck the horse.

Landon fired back.

"Run!," a passerby screamed.

As people began to run and take cover, Landon fired more shots at Steven. One bullet struck Steven in the left leg. Steven fell back, dropping his gun.

Landon walked to him, aimed his Schofield in Steven's face, and stared at him.

"Janet killed herself this morning, moron," Landon said. He pulled the trigger. Steven went limp. "You can have her now."

Landon holstered the gun, took Steven's gun and placed it into the saddlebag, and rode out of the state.

As the sun was setting, Landon rode across Ramita de la Baya, which took him into Mexico; his new home.

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