FortyFor three days, Simms waited at Glory. He set up an interim headquarters at the sheriff's office, sending Deep Water back to Bovey to inform Miller what had transpired. He had gathered affidavits from those willing to come forward and sent these with the scout. Now, in the dreary office, with Old Man Dempsey flitting in and out to ensure all was as well as expected; the persons from whom he gleaned any further details were the town doctor and the telegraph operator. Both men were skittish initially, not sure of the situation and fearful of reprisals. As the days passed, however, it became clear that any allies Shelby once had were now either dead or had changed sides. A wave of relief washed over the town and a new sense of optimism developed. Sitting on the veranda, watching the town
