“Which one?” he asked.
“It’s Aggie,” said Tom.
That was all that Louie needed to hear. He could feel the urgency in Tom’s voice and he could picture Aggie the last time he saw her in town. The thought of her being alone in the trees in the dark had him ready to go alone if need be.
Louie could see that there were not a lot of people in the saloon. Most of the men who had families in the valley were at home. Only a few had stopped off on their way.
Some of them were there to trade for powder or other things that were offered in the trading post that was part of the saloon. Others were there to socialize and catch up on any local news.
“Listen up folks,” he said. “ We got a problem over here.”
The small saloon went silent and all eyes were on Louie. Louie was normally a quiet man who o
