Nearly two years passed since Hernando died and the Batista"s left for Mexico. It was on a bright spring morning when LeRue returned from one of his many trips. Crow and Jed were saddling their horses when they saw LeRue ride in.
“Well hello stranger,” greeted Crow, “Where have you been off to this time?”
LeRue climbed down from his horse and said, “I found me a job, I have.”
“A job!” exclaimed Crow, “You gonna work for someone?”
Jed inched in closer, “He"s been drinking,” said Jed, “I"m sure of it.”
“I ain"t been drinking. A man offered me good money to bring a wagon train from Missouri to California. They also want me to teach the greenhorns how to survive out here. He asked me if I knew anyone else that was as knowledgeable as me that might want to come along. I told him I knew one
