Chapter ElevenReturning to the town of Twin Buttes, they found the place in uproar, with groups of townspeople milling around, all talking at once, faces alive with a mix of fear and anxiety. Tying up their horses outside the saloon, Quincy and Charlie dismounted, doing their utmost to appear intrigued by what they saw. As they stood, a man ran from the newspaper offices clutching a large piece of newsprint which he pinned against the wall of the sheriff's office. People gathered around almost immediately, voices raised, questions asked.
Inside the saloon, the atmosphere was the same. A buzz of conversation filled the small room, men clustered around, many shooting nervous glances towards the two men as they crossed to the bar.
“What's all the commotion, Otis?” asked Quincy, leaning over
