11Camp Wichita, Indian Territory
Sergeant John Taylor walked across the military compound, not paying any particular attention to anyone or anything as he made his way toward one of the outlying buildings. This meeting with John Hardin wasn’t supposed to happen until tomorrow. He’d hired the Texas gunslinger to lead a small group of renegades to hunt down the damned Comanches who’d stolen the cattle from Miss Sanchez. With Hardin here now, something had gone wrong with their plans.
He glanced around to make sure no one was near the half-constructed stone building to see him enter. The last thing he needed was for one of the soldiers assigned to the construction task to question him. Not too many things got past those damned buffalo soldiers.
His eyes adjusted to the dim light as he ente
