Booth had seen to it that everyone was awake early when the next morning dawned, and they were soon packed up, including a generous quantity of supplies and ammunition, courtesy of the late Grover Dean. As a final touch, Booth set fire to the building and waited to watch it until satisfied it would continue to burn after they had gone. With heads still fragile from their celebration, the band of outlaws had started out to complete the final day’s ride to the hideout they were now occupying. From Grover Dean’s trading post, their hideout was a full day’s ride, with a tiny settlement about halfway. They had ridden around the settlement, so they wouldn’t all be seen together. In the eight months they had used this hideout, they had been careful not to come to town together. Booth thought it best to quell any curiosity the folks there might have about them. When buying supplies from the store there, Jesse or Blue would go in alone most of the time. There were marshals in Wyoming who would be interested to know a gang of five men were living in a cabin half a day’s ride from the settlement. There was another man more than a little interested in their whereabouts. And on this particular morning, that man was setting out to follow their trail, even though it was already pretty old.

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 6