“We’ve set the date for the first Saturday in the new year. But you could come for Christmas,” Mitch suggested, cautiously hopeful.

“I don’t think so.” Justin slanted a wry look at the tall, glittery tree placed in front of the wide living room window. The tree-along with other assorted holiday decorations-was a concession to Ben’s new bride. “You know I’m not-”

“Into Christmas,” Mitch finished for him. “Yes, I know.” He heaved a tired-sounding sigh. “This Christmas it’ll be five years since Angie took off with that sales rep. Don’t you think it’s time to put it behind you, Justin, find a nice, decent woman and-”

“Back off, Mitch,” he growled in warning, closing his mind to the memory of that bitter winter. “The only woman I’ll be looking to find won’t be either too nice or too decent, just ready and willing.”

“Tsk, tsk,” Mitch said, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “I do hope that if you’re thinking of looking while you’re here in Deadwood, you’ll be discreet about it.”

“Don’t want me to shock the sensibilities of the future missus, hmm?” Justine taunted.

“My future missus and Ben’s missus and Adam’s missus,” Mitch taunted right back. “Not to mention the sensibilities of our mother and sister.”

“Ouch.” Justin laughed. “Okay. I’ll be extra discreet…even circumspect.”

Mitch chuckled. “Whatever.”

“By the way, is Karla going to be matron of honor?”

“Well…yes, but there’ll be two of them.”

“Two what?”

“Well, two attendants,” Mitch said. “Maggie’s best friend will be coming from Philadelphia via Nebraska to be Maggie’s maid of honor.”

“Philadelphia via Nebraska?”

“She lives in Philadelphia,” Mitch explained. “That’s where Maggie’s from, you know.”

“Yeah, I know, but…where does Nebraska come in?”

“Hannah’s originally from Nebraska, and she’ll be visiting her family before coming on to Deadwood.”