He should have gone home. That's what he'd been telling himself for months but he had never seemed to make his way there. There was always one more town, one more quick job, and the days had turned to weeks had turned to months. He was sorely overdue but better late, than never.
He wasn't that far from his Ma's farm. His horse was still good. Tommy could have kept going, but he didn't. It had taken him this long to find his way back, another few hours wouldn't make any difference. The town hadn't changed that much, a few subtle differences here and there, but it seemed smaller. Or maybe he was the one that had changed.
Luke and Jessica's bar was still there and Tommy decided to see if he could grab a bite to eat. He hitched his horse outside and strode in, just a little curious to see if anyone would recognize him. (They probably would unless Billy had flown the coop too.) He took a seat at the bar and nodded to Jessica.