By ten, camp was struck clean, not a trace of us. Horses were hidden among the trees and, as anticipated, I was assigned to be atop the rocks. Rath was in the crevice while Frank was among the trees. Bonner, of course, was point man. Who else could command a stage to stop and make it stick?
I had no plan but to remain fixed and let things unfold as fate would allow. Gunfire was likely, death come to call, but such was the fate of those choosing to go outside the law. Bonner’s demise would be a blessing to all, while Rath, though criminal, seemed too good a man for such a fate. Frank deserved to be shot for taking up with such men, for following the outlaw way, never mind he was but a kid. In deed he was a man and must pay for his actions. Soon it would be over, my work finished. I’d be ac
