It was at least an hour before sunrise when John opened his eyes. The bartender tentatively brought John a glass of the rot gut they served here. The fact that the now seemed to have an ally within Greely’s camp was also encouraging. John nodded his head, there had been a few times that a few men had spoke of that, some men had disappeared there. You are all that keeps me as I am now.”
Gosnih, was staring at John the whole time, she knew much of this though the blood oath she had not. No these seemed to be after easier prey, here he looked at his sleeping wife. John climbed into the saddle feeling at least a dozen set of eyes on him. John shook at the thought of this, this was as bad as a few men he’d gone after that had a proclivity for animals. From cover John saw the glint of a barrel, drawing his pistol, John took aim and waited.
