Postscript: I had a random thought on my way out the door. I turned back to the Apache girl. "Do you happen to know where the old Clanton ranch is located?" She smiled. "I guess I do," she said. "I live there." Seems she was married to a Clanton descendant. "I'm about ready to leave for the day. Come on. I'll show you around the place."
There are tiny moments in life that balloon into big mistakes. This was one of mine. I turned her down. Had too much on my plate that day, I thought. Too many other things I had to do. Other places to see. Another time, maybe. The only problem, of course, is that sometimes -- too often -- there is no another time. The old Clanton ranch is, itself, essentially gone now.
Well, as one of my characters in Widowmaker says, "If I didn't have regrets, I wouldn't have anything at all..."