And the accidentally brilliant part of it? Not a man, woman, or child in the entire state of Texas will believe that an Indian-bear-teenager blew through town attacking tough men in a saloon.

Rachel doesn't want to find a door back to Milliways.

But this day has already been one of the most exciting she's had in years.

Rachel is smiling softly, relaxed and not thinking about her blank wall, the one that holds a door for everyone else, one hand on the pommel of Beaut's saddle while Kate walks them into town.

She'd do it herself but Kate's skirt isn't the only thing her morph ripped and those shoes are in shreds now.

"More saloons?"

She might sound hopeful. Maybe.