Chapter 51

In the end, Landreth let me go after warning there would be a formal inquest into Bascomb’s death. Even though expected, that was worrisome. No telling what lengths Pindleton would go to see I was hanged for killing a white man. But that was a problem for next week or next month. I had lost valuable time and snow clouds were sill looming over the west although flakes had ceased to fall.

Even so, I walked down to Lawyer Bacon’s office to sign a statement he prepared detailing as much of the recent killing as I could recall. Then I recovered my palomino and prepared to undertake my journey again.