The moment they had sex, I knew he was going to die in the very same episode. He had to, because everything was too perfect, she was too perfect, the moment was too perfect. Ofcourse he was a virgin too, telling his story of how he couldn't get it up in front of a prostitute because he didn't love her. That's a sweet guy. Losing her virginity was beautiful and perfect, because that's how these things go on the trail, at least for her. And then he dies, so she can finally become the real, mature woman carrying serious emotional baggage, like she was always meant to be, staring into the sunset, thinking meaningful and poetic thoughts about life and the prairy.
Review of The Fangs of Freedom
