Chapter 6

“One dollar cash money, my horse and rig, my bedroll.”

“And how much is the horse worth?”

Here I was lost so I made up a number. “I paid fifty dollars for horse and rig,” I lied, glancing at Clay who I knew was wondering did I steal the animal because convicts aren’t given a horse upon release.

The marshal recorded the value as well as descriptions of the men. “Red bearded one held the rifle on me,” I added. “The other two was rough looking, black mustache on one, the other plain, clean shaven. He rode a roan. I noticed that. The other two were on bays.”

Once the report was completed, the marshal issued a warning. “If you spot them, I don’t want you going after them.”

“What with? I’ve got no gun.”

“Still, you come get me and I’ll arrest them.”

“Yes, sir.”

Next thing I knew, Clay put a hand on my shoulder. “Roy?” he inquired and I realized I had, in just a couple seconds, gone back to stand before the warden and say those words, yes, sir.