In the improving daylight they stopped, Deep Water slipping from his pony and immediately dropping to his knees, his eyes roaming over the ground. “I thought I"d lost the tracks in the dark, but my instincts were good.” He stood up and faced the distant horizon. “For now, their tracks head in the direction of Fort Bridger, but I do not think that is their destination.”
“They"ll find a place where the train will have to slow.”
“Or force it to stop.”
“A barricade, you mean? Something across the rails, like a tree or rocks?”
“Yes. Perhaps.” The scout swung himself up onto the back of his pony. “You need to rest?”
“I rested enough in that damned cell. We"ll keep going until we catch up with them.”
But when Deep Water next reined in his pony a few hours later, it wasn"t because the g**g w
