Chapter Twenty-TwoStepping out from the telegram office, Dixon again read the brief message and cursed silently to himself. The first one, which arrived a few days before, he hoped would be forgotten. All he need do was ignore it. Unfortunately, this course proved unsound and here he was, with another summons spat out from Twin Buttes, asking him to help them in the apprehension of two vicious killers. Folding up the message, he slipped it inside his tail coat and descended the steps. He paused to roll himself a cigarette and glanced around as another hectic day played itself out before him.
They were changing the guard at the main gate, the soldiers exchanging a few jokes, laughing out loud. A man in buckskin passed through, leading a team of two pack mules, laden down with pelts. Three
