Chapter Thirty-EightThe telegraph operator came running up in a flap, eyes wide with alarm, mouth blubbering. Simms, still in the process of dismounting outside his office, motioned for White Dove to stay saddled. He dropped down.
“Mr Simms, I sure am glad you're here.”
Simms frowned and took the proferred message.
“It's from Glory. Terrible thing. This is the second one. Four hours ago.”
Simms read the simple message. Single words, so stark, so telling. 'Gunmen in Glory, stop. Toft killed, stop. Help needed, stop.'
“The second one?” said Simms.
“First one just rattled out, 'Two killed. Send for Simms.'
“It sounds like a trap,” said White Dove.
Simms sucked in his bottom lip. “I reckon so.”
“So what will you do?” asked the operator.
Simms sighed. “Just exactly what they want me t
