I hounded him into helping drag the undamaged Conestoga well off the trail and loading it with items from the wrecked wagon, after which we eliminated any sign leading to our hidden trove. Nervous over spending too long in one spot while hostiles were in the area, Cut demanded we leave. I gave in gracefully because I fully intended to return and retrieve that wagon. Its contents would make my future life infinitely more secure. As there was nothing to identify the men, there was no moral quandary over appropriating their belongings, since it was no less sinful to abandon such riches to the elements.