Chapter 117

“Mount up and get out of here,” he said. “And tell Weatherford if he comes after anyone in this wagon train again, I’ll personally hunt him down like the dog he is and blow his brains all over hell’s creation. And that goes for you boys, too.”

“We’re bleeding. You gotta help us.”

“People keep telling me that.” Sharps rode out of the night and circled the men to face them. “Can’t imagine why they’d think so, but there you go.” He took out a pouch and began rolling a cigarette. “Now, you heard the man. Hightail it out of here.”

The men who’d fallen off their horses managed to get on their feet and back in the saddle. The ones who hadn’t, didn’t wait for them. In a matter of minutes they were all gone.

Sharps walked Salida toward George and tipped back his hat. “Thank you for the loan of Salida, ma’am.”