The body Henry Neville found was that of Arlene Gates, a p********e who worked at the Crystal Palace. Arlene had come from Nebraska with her late husband, Durwood Gates, in the hopes of striking a claim and getting rich. But Arlene never got rich. All she got was dead.
In all his years as a lawman, Wyatt had never seen such a murder as this. Hell, he’d never even heard of a murder like this. The killer had sliced Arlene’s throat from one side to the other. Then he’d disemboweled her. And she was missing an ear.
heard“What the hell do you make of this?” asked Virgil, sitting behind his desk, fiddling with a pencil.
“I’ll be damned if I know,” said Wyatt. “It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Their little brother Morgan, also a Tombstone deputy marshal, asked, “Why do you suppose the
