CHAPTER 9
The journey to Tombstone from Denver was more than eight hundred miles. We traveled with the Denver & Rio Grande to Pueblo and then the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe to Las Vegas, New Mexico. The rest of the way was on horseback. It was a long, rough ride that took us south through Albuquerque, the Bosque del Apache, Socorro, Deming, Lordsburg, and finally into Arizona and the Chiricahua Mountains. Riding past the eroded volcanic pinnacles of the Chiricahuas and other strange rock formations made us feel we were on a different planet.
Once through the Chiricahua Mountains, it was a thirty-four-mile ride to Tombstone. I wasn't sure what to expect in Tombstone. I had heard quite a bit about it in Denver, but as was the case in Dodge City, you couldn't believe everything you heard
