1873, two years after Chad"s death.
1873, two years after Chad"s death.“My good Lord in Heaven, that is an awful story.”
“Yes, it is. Hardin murdered my brother in cold blood, and he shall pay with his life for what he done.”
They rode side by side, she on the redhead"s horse and Ritter on his. As he rode, he took in the surrounding countryside, feeling torn between explaining more to this woman who had almost killed him, and letting his explanation stew. In the end, he blew out a blast of breath and reined in his horse. She stopped, fixing him with a quizzical stare whilst he rifled in his saddlebags. Pulling out an oily wrapper, he opened it with something like reverence and thrust a neatly folded piece of newsprint towards her.
“I can"t read all the words, but here is the whole thin
