Goodnight perked up just a bit as they rode through San Francisco, a downright bustling city these days, rivaling New Orleans in his memory. They left their horses at a livery not far from one of the nicer hotels; Goodnight was going to indulge here - they had the cash and he was about to be flush with more, whenever he got around to checking to see if his family had been in touch.

They could certainly manage two rooms, rather than having to share as they had been since they started traveling together. Once their rooms had been sorted out, he passed one of the keys to Billy.