CHAPTER 11
I was in a deep sleep when I was awakened by a heavy pounding on my hotel room door. I checked the pocket watch on the nightstand next to my bed. It was four in the morning.
"Billy, Billy," someone was saying in a very loud whisper. "Open up."
I stumbled from bed, wrapped a blanket around myself, and padded over to the door.
"Who is it?" I demanded.
"Why, it's me damn it. Who do you think?"
"Charley?"
"Yes, Charley and Wyatt and Morgan."
I opened the door, and the three men rushed into the room, Wyatt and Morgan shoving Charley ahead of them.
"Charley here has gone and done it now," Morgan said. I looked at Charley.
"What? What did you do?"
"Gutted them two boys who were with Bledsoe, is all," Wyatt said.
Morgan nodded. "And that's not the worst of it. That cold-foot
