Joaquin led his men toward The Las Vegas Springs. Joaquin pulled back on the reins of his horse and stood in his stirrups. He stared at the horizon; the sun"s rays making the horizon appear wavy and distorted. The others, having stopped, watched their leader. Sitting back in his saddle, Joaquin said, “I see riders. They are coming from The Springs. They are probably traders.” Looking at his surroundings, the bandit leader saw an arroyo. “That is deep enough to conceal our horses. We will wait for them. When they are in range, we will kill them and take their goods.” Joaquin led his men into the arroyo to set up their ambush.
Three miles away, Crow held up his hand halting his men. “Earl, we may have a problem ahead.” Turning to the others, he said, “Have your rifles ready. Stay on the tra
