“I don’t know,” Loretta answered. Nothing could be farther from her mind. She looked at Hawk. “I reckon it has to do with what he has to say about it.”

“Ain’t none of my business what you ladies do with this place,” Hawk said. “My business is with Booth, and it looks like that’s been pretty much taken care of. I will take charge of his possessions, because he’s got some money that belongs to a church group up at Fort Benton. That’s the only interest I have here. I wish you luck in your new business.”

While the women were talking seriously about the possibility of the two of them operating a saloon, Hawk went back to the porch to pick up Booth’s belongings, dropped there. With no interest in anything but the saddlebags and a canvas bag, he left the personal items for the women to deal with. He was relieved to find the saddlebags filled with money and the canvas bag carrying what cash couldn’t be stuffed in the saddlebags. He didn’t take the time to count it but took it to the corner of the corral and tied it on his horse. He admitted to feeling a small sense of fulfillment of a promise he made to himself. But he knew his mission was not complete until he returned the money to Donald Lewis and his church.

Ready to depart, he went back inside the kitchen. “You said Mutt Crocker was killed, too. Where is his body?” Loretta said it was upstairs, so he went upstairs to find it sprawled on the floor in the hall. Lucky, he thought, he ain’t a big man. He managed to stand the body up long enough to let it fall across his shoulder. Then he carried it downstairs and out the back door and continued on to drop it by the stable door. He made a second trip with Fred’s body. As he walked back to the porch to get Booth’s body, he thought about the two women already planning for their business. Ain’t much chance, he thought, but miracles happen. It was difficult not to think about the large sum of money he had just recovered and how much the two of them needed money. He couldn’t in good conscience donate any of that church money to help them get a saloon started. In the first place, it was for a saloon, and in the second place, it wasn’t his to give. When he got to the porch, he stopped and looked at the body of the man he had come so far to kill. It gave him an idea. On your way to hell, I hope you can help out a couple of desperate women.