Chapter 20
Trust the cap to pick the perfect spot to make a stand. Sharps worked quickly to unharness the mules, then helped arrange the two wagons at an angle against a hillside. With that done, he watered the mules and their horses, and got them all within the space they’d created.
“How much time do you reckon we have?” he asked Thompson.
The man pulled out his pocket watch. “Not as much as I’d like.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Half an hour, if we’re lucky.”
Sharps nodded and went to the Fox wagon. “Bert, you take care of your ma and your sisters.”
“Yes, sir, Sharps.”
“Good man.” He smiled as the boy’s chest puffed with pride. “Where’s your pa’s rifle?”
Bert took it from its place in the wagon and handed it to Sharps. Sharps examined it, then shook his head. How could anyo
