Chad arrived in Leesburg, Virginia, hot, dusty, and tired from his long day’s ride and more than a little frustrated. He had spent three days on a wild goose chase to Richmond, only to be disappointed once again. He found the hotel, procured a room, and bedded Bill in the local stable. In both places he enquired as to whether the Wild West show had been in town and if anyone could tell him where it might be headed next. He was told it had just left Leesburg but got conflicting reports as to the next location. The stable master was sure the show was headed to Nashville. The clerk at the hotel was equally positive Raleigh was the next stop.
Chad’s disappointment and discouragement were acute. He needed food, rest, and most of all a bath. Despite his hunger, before he ate he felt he must was
