Theresa paid no attention to the group at the revival tent. She was thinking about the guy with the guns she had walked past just a few minutes ago. There was something familiar about him. "My husband used to be good with guns," she mused. "I wonder why hubby keeps popping into my mind. I really haven't thought about him at all for years and years."

Thinking of the gunslinger also reminded her that the guy she had hired, that bass player from Chicago, had never shown up. Well, his fee had been cheap and she hadn't really like the looks of him anyway. Still, she was going to need somebody. Once she was dressed she would go back and check out that gunslinger by the clay bank. She might not need anyone, but it wouldn't hurt to know if his gun was for rent if she needed it.

Back at the mouth of the Mystery Tune and Lost Chord Cruise, Janie couldn't decide whether she was mad or relieved. She wasn't up for introductions in her current state, but either she was invisible or those men were deaf and blind. They got out of that Swan boat, stepped over her like she wasn't even there, and strode off. They didn't ask her if she was ok or needed help or anything.

Although she didn't feel quite right doing so, she looked in the streaker's tote, hoping to find something she could use to dry off.