It was on the evening of the third day of travel out of Camp Douglas and Crow and the others were making camp. The hard rocky earth spread out for miles, spotted with sagebrush and spiked Joshua trees. The horses were tended to and given the last of the water. “Sure hope Harwell was right about the distance to Las Vegas Springs,” said McCauley, “That"s the last of the water.”
“If you look that way,” Crow said, pointing with a finger, “that mountain on the horizon should be close to the springs.”
All of the men looked toward the horizon and then at each other. They couldn"t see a mountain. “Be about a day"s ride from here; maybe less.” The men looked again.
Crow busted out laughing.
“Aw s**t, he don"t see no mountain,” said Smitty. Then they all began to laugh and started setting up cam
