Teresa was sobbing, leaning over Murdoch’s still body.  Mr. Randall tried to erase what Murdoch had signed to the document. Johnny pointed his gun at him. “Let it stand.”

“You shot him,” Scott said, nudging Murdoch experimentally with his foot.

“Shoulda known he’d cheat us. Besides, he shouldn’t of called us fools.”

“April fools. It’s a holiday where you play pranks.”

“Oh.”  Johnny shrugged, then looked up as the sheriff rushed in. He raised his hands.  “Oh well, least this way we inherit the ranch, like you said.”

Scott smirked as the sheriff cuffed Johnny. “April fools, brother.”