Chapter Forty-TwoHaving left the bodies back in Bovey and, with the paperwork duly completed, Simms rode off towards Twin Buttes. White Dove begged him to allow her to accompany him, but this time Simms' insistence she stay behind won through.
He rode hard, taking only short stops to allow his horse to recover, easing off its saddle, wiping her down, feeding her oats whilst he himself partook of salt-biscuits and gulps of water. Within two days he made the town limits, reining in on a rise to study the outline of the place.
Like so many other towns, Twin Buttes was more of a mixed up, ill-thought out sprawl, buildings erected in haste to accommodate miners and prospectors come to find their fortune in the gold seams of the surrounding mountains. There was a church, perhaps the best prese
