Chapter 12
Warm Night, Hot Trail
Domingo and his posse arrived at the hanging man in the afternoon. They had no problem finding the rifle but the boots and hat were gone.
“I’m tellin you, he had them on,” Jack insisted. “There was one on him and the other was up there.” He pointed up the hill. Domingo stood staring at him. He was sure that Jack was right, but he was feeling a little desperate for what he should do about the missing boots.
They had searched the hillside for fifty feet in all directions. The water had cleared enough by the time the posse arrived to see part of the 30-30, and they had that, but the boots were the thing they needed the most and they were gone.
Tony Blackhawk had walked the trail ahead of the hanging tree. He suddenly emerged from the heavy cover of the tr
