Chapter 4: Bethel
The town was not quite a day’s ride from the Johnson’s homestead. It was just getting on to sunset when Lee and the Indians rode up the dusty, rutted road to the top of the hill overlooking the little town. They could see a couple of buildings. The church stood out prominently at the end of the main street.
“Don’t look like much,” Lee voiced his opinion.
“Uh,” was Tatanka’s only comment.
They rode down the hill into town. Lee was looking for a livery where they could board their horses and maybe a boarding house or hotel where they could spend the night. He had the pay that the foreman had nearly thrown at him in disgust when he had left the high pasture camp. He figured he’d spend it on a night in town, before they found a place to camp nearby while they decided w
