Cathedral Canyon: The Lost Apache Mine

The two riders would be in the saloon. He ran his hand along the flank of the nearest appaloosa. It was cool and dry-they'd been here for a time.
Here it was, then.
The wise move would be to get right back on his horse and ride out-a peace-loving man would do that. Walking into the post with riders that had the town on edge would just be asking for trouble.
He'd changed since the war-he was smarter, less inclined to make rash decisions.
His legs seemed to have a mind of their own and he cursed ...