Clint smiled as he left, soon on his horse riding towards the next town. Arriving there just before midday he made a stop at the saloon for some water, giving his horse some at the large trough. The sun beating down over the main street gave no clue what was about to hit, it was twenty minutes into the ride back behind the stage coach that the rain pelted down. The horses on the coach seemed to not be used to it. Galloping around and up towards them he pulled the reins back hard on one and watched them slow down to a much gentler pace.