CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“We may need that telescope of yours again, Marshal,” said Cole, pulling up his horse as his eyes settled on the dark bundle some way ahead.
Whit did so, pulling in a breath as he turned the focus ring. “It’s a man and he’s in trouble.”
“Another one?” said Simpson. His voice sounded bored, as if he were resigned to yet another delay in capturing the bank robbers.
Snapping the telescope shut, Whit turned to his younger deputy. “We can’t leave a man out here to die. We have a duty.”
“He could be one of them,” said Cole. “Perhaps an argument, a disagreement over plans? Who knows, but a single man being all the way out here on foot is strange to say the least. Let’s take a look at him.”
Cantering across the expanse of hard, gradually freezing landscape, they circled
