Chapter 7
The outlaws’ horses were too tired and it was growing too late in the day to continue on to the town, even if it was sixty miles away, as Ezra had said.
Sharps found a good campsite near a small stream, gathered some buffalo chips—the brothers didn’t seem to carry any kindling—and started a cookfire. While he waited for the fire to become hot enough to make a pot of coffee, he watered the horses, made a halter for the pinto, and then stripped off their saddles, which he left on the ground. Once he picketed the horses so they could graze, he moved the saddles closer to the campfire.
As the stallion and the gelding enjoyed the sweet grass, Sharps thought wistfully of the venison he’d cut from the buck he’d shot earlier in the day. He’d tucked the strips into one of his own saddl
