EighteenRailroad camp, south of Fort Bridger
On the rise, the three men reined in their horses and gazed down into the valley stretching out before them. In the center lay the sprawl of the worker's camp. Simms readjusted himself in his saddle, his backside sore after such a long ride, and directed his gaze towards Deep Water. “I'm thinking it might be wise if you were to stay here, away from this hellish place. Sorry to have to say it, but there will be many there who hate your kind, having suffered themselves or heard stories from others.”
Giving no answer, Deep Water merely watched, face blank.
“As soon as we've picked up some news, we'll ride back to you.”
“The trail might continue. I will look further east.”
“But we'll lose you,” said Cartwright and for a moment he appeared awkwa
