CHAPTER 28IT WAS NEARLY DARK before they picked up the point of light which marked the fire beside Daigle’s chuck wagon. The camp itself was fairly extensive, since Daigle had been prepared for the long drive north and was carrying supplies and a large remuda. It was sheltered in a small draw where a creek tumbled out of the badlands to join the larger stream.
Powell halted his horse a good mile away and, turning, watched his two companions as they drew up to his side. “If you’re smart you’ll ride around and head west. You can’t help, and if I miss my play with Daigle we’ll all be in bad trouble.”
Lefty James eased himself in the saddle, staring down at the distant camp. “I suppose you know what you’re doing, but I don’t like it. No hard feelings if I ride on?”
“None,” said the major, a
