Wyatt hitched up the buggy the next morning. They didn’t use it often because they usually either rode horseback or needed a wagon to bring home supplies. But Rachel, worn down but determined to go, needed the easiest ride they could find for her.

When they arrived at Sheriff Corly’s office, Wyatt was surprised to find him talking to Sheriff Gatlin from Casper.

Both men greeted them in a friendly way, but whatever they were talking about ended.

“We’ve got an investigation going that concerns Randall Kingston, the man who shot Rachel Hobart,” Sherriff Corly said.

Gatlin’s eyes shifted to Rachel. “I’m glad you’re doing well, miss. Real glad.”

“How’s Kingston?” she asked.

“That’s what I’m over here for.” Gatlin nodded at the jail cell. Stretched out, sleeping like an innocent child, was Randall Kingston.

“We would’ve come back to talk to you, Greg. You didn’t need to haul him over here.” Cheyenne stepped forward and offered her hand to Gatlin. “But I’m glad you did. We’ve got some serious questions for Kingston, and they concern our interest in having Oliver Hawkins arrested.”

Wyatt noticed both John McCall and Rachel eased back and let Cheyenne do the talking. It was smart of them. Let the locals, who were well known to both sheriffs, open this ball.

“Hawkins?” Corly leaned forward and placed both hands flat on his desk. “What did he do?”

Cheyenne did some fast talking to explain why they were after Hawkins. She showed them the notes Molly had found.

Wyatt noticed the word found. Which skipped over some important details.

Corly had some sharp questions for Rachel, and she took over. Wyatt noticed her clear, calm way of talking about all she’d found. She produced her notes and talked about the Jeffers House of Refuge.

“And Kingston is connected because we’ve found proof he, Clovis, and Hawkins knew each other, might even be brothers. They’ve been real careful to keep that a secret,” Cheyenne said.

“I can tell you right now, Hawkins was a regular visitor to Kingston and so was Clovis,” Gatlin said. “I never thought much of it, but now that Kingston shot someone, and with your suspicions about a connection between them, brothers makes sense. A connection they kept quiet.”

“We’re expecting a letter with more details about Jeffers, but it’s not here yet,” Rachel said.

“We haven’t checked this morning. I’ll go.” John darted out of the building.