Chapter 45

My first instinct was to go to Caleb Brown. The merchant had wide contacts and was well-respected, but on sober though, I headed straight for Richard Bacon’s office a couple of blocks south of the Emporium. Lawyer Bacon, as he was commonly known in town, had helped me once or twice before. Most notably, when Matthew was arrested in 1879 and hauled in a jail wagon to Fort Robinson down in Nebraska. Raven Longbow denounced him as a fugitive follower of the murdered Crazy Horse. Before I went in pursuit of my mate, Bacon prepared an identification packet for me so that I could not be falsely saddled with someone else’s identity during that troubled time.

The man, now somewhere near his fiftieth year, rose from behind his desk, his spare, six-foot-one frame towering above me. After shaking hands in the American way, I introduced Ethan. Once Bacon had examined the sign plucked from the south bank of Turtle Crick, we sat in chairs near his desk and discussed the situation.