The widow was young and beautiful. She'd worn a pink wool suit and a pillbox hat under the hot Texas sun, and her husband worried that she would be uncomfortable.
But the smile she wore was glorious, too. And when the people turned out to wave and cheer, her husband said it was for her; he might have been right.
Then a rifle shot took him away, and she crawled out on the back of the car to reach for a piece of him.