Twenty-Two“My name is Dixon. I'm a US Marshal , on my way to Twin Buttes when I was set upon by Indians.”
“Oh my,” said the attractive, fresh-faced young woman sitting beside him. Turning towards the open end of the wagon where a large man, presumably her husband, and three children were all stood, staring wide-eyed at the recovering stranger, she said, “He says Indians did this to him.”
“Can't be the same ones we came across, Arabella,” said the man quickly. He stared directly towards Dixon. “They ain't all bad.”
“No,” said Dixon, “but some are.”
“Name's Richard Morris,” said the man. “These are my children – Millie, Jason and Castor. We left Fort Bridger over a week ago now, heading across to Salt Lake City where we plan to meet up with our brethren. We're Mormons. Thought you'd best
