A Name in Common

By Pat Storm

Chapter one

Slim Sherman and Jess Harper were busy repairing the front porch of the ranch house when they saw two riders coming in their direction. Slim stopped pounding the nail he was driving and squinted to try and make out who the riders were. Jess stood up, took off his hat and wiped his forehead with his sleeve before returning his hat to his head.

"Know 'em?" Jess asked.

"Can't tell yet?" Slim continued to watch the riders as they came closer. An expression of recognition crossed his face and he walked farther out into the yard to meet the riders as they rode into the yard. He called over his shoulder to Jess, "Looks like Alex Miller and a stranger." Alex lived on a ranch not far from the Sherman Ranch. Slim was a couple years older than Alex, but they knew each other from their school days and family get togethers. He considered Alex a friend.

As the two men approached Slim, Alex called out, "Hi there, Slim."

"Hi Alex. What brings you out here? Did you hear Jess needed help repairing the porch? Slim said pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the still working Jess.

"This here is Mr. Murdock. He owns a big spread in Missouri and he's lookin' for some cattle. I sold him all I have for sale, but he's lookin' for more. I figured you might have enough to round out a herd for him to take back to Missouri."

"Mr. Murdock. Nice to meet you." Slim said, reaching up a hand to shake hands with the man still seated on his horse.

"Same, here, Mr. Sherman." Murdock returned the greeting. "Alex says you have some of the finer animals in this part of Wyoming. I'm working on bringin' in some new bloodlines, but a few steers sprinkled in will be fine. They keep the ladies, well, you know, happy."

"Sure. I have a nice variety of lines out in one of my pastures. I'd sell you as many of them as you want."

"I'll probably take um all," he said with a broad smile. "I came a long way and want to make this trip pay off. I already have some herds headin' for my ranch from Colorado and Texas."

"Yeah, I guess you've come a long way and the long way to get here." Slim said. "We were about to break and have some coffee. Would you two care to join us? I can ride you out to see the herd, afterwards."

"Coffee would be wonderful." Alex said as he and Murdock dismounted and tied their horses to the hitching post near the house.

"Come on Jess, you've been whining for coffee long enough. Alex and Mr. Murdock will join us for some coffee and we can talk about selling Mr. Murdock some cattle." Slim said to Jess, who quickly put down his tools, climbed down from the ladder he was standing on and joined the three men entering the house.

Slim went to the kitchen and prepared the coffee, then brought cups to the table with him. They all sat around chatting until the coffee was done brewing. Jess sniffed the air and declared it was done, and went to the kitchen to bring the pot to the table. He poured some into each cup, then sat down to listen to the men discussing making a cattle deal.

"Well, Mr. Sherman, if the cattle you have live up to their reputation, and yours, we probably have a deal. There's one more thing. I need to find someone who could deliver the herd, yours and Alex's animals."

"Gee, Slim. It's been a while since I've been on a drive. I'm sure you could do okay without me for a month or so." Jess said while pouring himself another cup of coffee. All the others had hardly drained any of their cups, yet.

"We'll see, Jess. We have to see if Mr. Murdock likes the herd, first." They all finished their coffee and Slim escorted the men out and asked Jess to go saddle up his horse for him. Jess went to the barn while Alex and Slim talked over some old times, telling fishing whoppers, and how they used to tease the girls. Jess came out of the barn leading Slim's horse and handed him the reins.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. I think you can handle working on the porch without me, for a while." Slim said, pointing toward the porch. Jess nodded and started walking back to climb back up on the ladder while the men rode out of the yard.

Murdock was very pleased with the herd he found, and good to his word, he bought every one of them. He told Slim he would handle things through the bank and be in touch about delivering them.

Alex and Murdock rode away from the ranch and Slim returned to see Jess still working on the porch. He was surprised at how much Jess had gotten done while he was gone, or maybe he was gone longer than he thought.

"Hey, Pard. Looks good. We could be done tonight." Slim said, taking his horse to the barn. Jess just waved at his partner, he had several nails held between his lips.

Slim returned to the porch and Jess said, "Well?"

"We sold um all." Slim said with a huge grin.

"All seventy of um?"

"Yeap. Now we've got to find a crew to drive them to Missouri."

"I told ya I'd go."

"By yourself with near a hundred cattle?"

"No. But I'd be glad to make that trip. It's a relatively small herd. We wouldn't need a big crew."

"Well, I was kinda thinking I'd like to take the ride," Slim teased. "And leave you here to take care of things."

"Why don't we," Jess said with a long pause. "Get someone to take care of the stage line and both of us go?"

Slim actually started to give the idea thought. He felt it would be good to get out of the ranch routine for a few weeks. And like Jess said, it wasn't a huge herd, a small crew would do it. He heard Morgan was in town. Morgan was known in these parts as one of the best chuck wagon cooks. If they could talk Morgan into coming, it might just be the break from the ranch they both needed.

"You know. I could ask the Bradley boys to come stay at the ranch and oversee the going's on. Take care of the stage. They'd probably appreciate earning themselves a little money. It's a slow time on their farm, and they keep saying they want to get into ranching. A few weeks taste of a ranch might seal their minds one way or the other."

Jess looked at his partner with surprise. He had no idea Slim would take him seriously. Jess always had a hard time sitting still in one place so this would be a welcome relief for him. Driving a herd with Slim would almost be like taking a vacation.

"Really, Slim?" Jess said with a bit of a thrilled look in his eyes. "We could do that?"

"I reckon we could. We get paid for the cattle and a bonus to deliver them. We can afford to have the Bradley boys stay here and handle things. Johnny has helped us with the stages plenty of times. Mose will be glad to give him any further direction he may need. Both his brothers have helped, too, so none of this is new to any of them. Sure. Why not. Let's go on a cattle drive, Pard."

Jess shook his head. He couldn't believe his ears. He was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. Just getting back out on the trail was a real treat for him, and to have his best friend to share it with, this was more than he could have wished for. And Morgan as cook! They were going to be eating really well. Morgan even carried fishing poles so they could fish along the way for breakfast fish. They would be following along the rivers for much of the ride.

They went into the house and Slim went to the kitchen. It was his turn to make the dinner. Jess pulled out the gun kit and started working on cleaning his pistol, planning on doing the same for his rifle, after dinner.

"You think you're going to need that?" Slim said, as he put some plates and silverware on the table.

"Ya never know. I sure hope not. Just call it habit." Jess said, running an oiled rag over his six shooter.

"Well, let's just hope this is the restful vacation we need. Just wandering along behind a herd of cattle, do some fishing while waiting for dinner. And with Morgan, dinner will be well worth the trip."

"Yeah. That would be perfect, but ya know, perfect don't happen often. Best be ready, I reckon." Jess said, still working on his gun. Slim went back to the kitchen.

During dinner they talked about the trip like excited children. They laughed and teased about past memories of drives they each had been on. Jess was right, not one either of them had been on had gone as smoothly as they would have liked. Cattle and weather can be unpredictable. Put the two together, it can bring about strange circumstances, some of them dangerous.

After dinner, Jess did the dishes, while Slim went out to the barn to bed and feed the animals for the night. It was still light enough when they finished to work a little more on the porch. By the time they quit for the night, they were almost finished. A few more nails here and there tomorrow and it would be done.

Once in bed, they laid there just talking about the trip. Slim said, " I reckon I'll go to town in the morning and try to round up a crew and hire Morgan to go with us. I can meet Murdock at the bank to get money for supplies. I'll stop by the Bradley's and see when the boys could come to stay. We can leave as soon as we have everything set. Morgan has maps for everywhere, we can take a look at them while I'm in town and plan the best route."

"Okay, Mr. Trail Boss. I think we need to get some sleep."

"Oh no, you're not laying that one on me. We're partners, we share equally in being trail boss. I don't want to be the only one the drovers hate." Slim teased at Jess. "Nite, Pard."

"Yeah, nite." Jess smiled to himself and rolled over to go to sleep.

Slim continued to lay awake with his hands behind his head. He was really looking forward to this and he was admitting it to himself. Getting away for a while was just what the doctor ordered. Not for long, but long enough to break the routine. His roots were much deeper than Jess', but he could still understand how Jess needed to get away every so often. This would do them both good.

? Chapter 2

Slim woke early the next morning. The sun was up just enough to give some light to the bedroom. He turned his head to see his buddy sleeping peacefully in the bunk on the other side of the night table.

As his head cleared, he remembered what all happened yesterday. He smiled to himself. Today he would start putting everything together for their drive to Missouri. He threw back his covers and stood up. He pulled on his jeans and went to wake his partner.

"Jess," he said.

Jess mumbled something, then opened his eyes and squinted at Slim, the sun was just hitting the window right to be in his eyes. "Yeah. What?"

"I have to go to town this morning." Slim said, grabbing his shirt and putting it on.

"So what's the problem. You gotta go to town." Jess said rolling over and pulling the covers over his head to block the sun.

"It's your turn to make breakfast."

"Aw, Slim. I'll trade ya for two mornings. A man needs his sleep when he works hard."

"The cattle drive?"

Jess' eyes popped open and he pulled the covers from off his head. "Oh, yeah. What are we waitin' for, Pard?" He threw back the covers and grabbed for his own jeans to get dressed. Slim left the room while Jess continued dressing.

When Jess left the bedroom, Slim was already in the kitchen making coffee.

"You sure you want me to make breakfast?"

"Why not?"

"If I cook, you clean. That's our deal." Jess grabbed a frying pan and stoked the dying embers in the stove. He threw in some more wood. The stove was still hot enough to heat the coffee, but frying meat and eggs it needed a little more fire.

"Not today. I'll do both, tomorrow. I have a lot to do in town, stop at the Bradleys and make sure we have Morgan hired before someone else grabs him." Slim said, putting his hand to the side of the coffee pot to see how warm it was getting. He moved it to the other side of the stove where the wood was now burning and heating that side of the stove more than the dying embers from which he was trying to heat the pot.

"Sure hope everything falls together, as planned," Jess commented

"Why shouldn't it?

"Oh, things will be fine, if you hire Morgan. You'll have drovers climbin' over each other to be part of the crew. If Morg is goin' out on another drive, the pickin's could be a little slim, for us."

"That's why I want to get to town, early. Your jawing here is not going to get me there any sooner. Bacon? Eggs? I'll get the biscuits from last night's dinner and set the table. Get cooking." Slim walked to the cupboard and pulled out some dishes and cups, while Jess cut at the bacon to get it frying.

When Slim went back into the kitchen, Jess asked, "When do'ya think you'll be back?"

"I don't know. When I get done doing everything I have to do. Why, you gonna add on to the house while I'm gone, or something?"

"Nope. Just wonderin' about supper."

"You haven't even eaten breakfast yet and you're worried about supper, already?" Slim said, pulling the biscuits from their storage container and putting them on a plate. "One thing at a time, Jess, one thing at a time. But I reckon I should be back long before then. Meeting with Murdock and getting the supplies will probably take the most time. I'm sure Morgan will know exactly what to get and how many men he'd suggest for our herd. We should make him trail boss. Morg has been on more drives than I have fingers and toes from what I hear, your's, too, most likely. If he hires on for us, I think I can count on him to take care of the supplies, and tell me which drovers to look for."

"Or you could hang a sign up by the saloon, 'Drovers needed for drive to Missouri. Morgan servin' meals.' That oughta have um linin' up while you just sit at a table 'n sign um up." Jess said, poking a fork at the pan of frying bacon.

"Yeah." Slim laughed. "You could be right. Anything to get away from eating your cooking."

"Mine? I'll sign on just to get away from your cookin', too. Okay, mine, too." Jess admitted with a smile.

"I'm going to shave while you cook. Let me know when it's on the table. Is that coffee hot, yet?"

"Feels like." Jess said, touching the side of the pot.

"Good. Here, pour me some. I'll take it with me while I clean up."

Jess poured some of the strong brew into the cup Slim and held out to him. "Put on some of that perty smellin' stuff. Ya might run into Linda while you're in town." Jess said with a teasing smile.

"Yeah. You're right. I just might have time to stop by and say hello. Around lunch time might be good." Slim said, and walked away sipping at his coffee. Jess poured himself a cup and sipped at it while he continued to cook breakfast.

When breakfast was over, Jess proceeded to do the clean up, Slim went out to the barn to do a few morning chores, and get his horse ready for the ride to town. He walked back into the house to tell Jess he was leaving. Jess wished him luck, especially in hiring Morgan.

When Slim got into town and asked about Morgan, he found that Morgan was camped out on the other side of town. This was a good sign. At least he was still in town. He rode out to where the chuck wagon stood. A campfire was burning, but it looked like any cooking that had gone on was done. A pot of coffee sat on a rock in the center of the fire. He rode to the wagon and called out for Morgan.

Morgan walked out from around the other side of the wagon, soap on half his face and a razor in his hand. "Sherman. How the heck are ya?" The older man asked. "How ya doin' on that ole ranch without yer pa?"

"Hi, Morg. Oh, I'm doin' just fine. Thanks. Looks like you're still doing the trail drives." Slim said while dismounting and putting out his hand to shake hands with Morgan.

"You bet. Gotta keep movin' while I'm still young enough to travel." he chuckled.

"You'll be young forever, Morgan. Keeping on the move agrees with you."

Morgan wiped the soap off his face. He'd finish shaving once his company left. Without asking he headed for the fire, picked up a couple of mugs on the way and poured them each a cup of coffee. "I reckon this ain't just a friendly visit, is it?"

"Not really, Morg. We were hoping you were free to do a drive with us to Missouri." Slim said, sipping at his coffee. The best coffee he had in a long time.

"Missouri, eh? Yeah, that would work. I heard about a drive in St. Louie next month. It'd pay my way. How big a crew?"

"That's were I'm asking your advice. I've never been on a long drive like this before. We have less than a hundred head to move. You know the land and how many men we will need to keep the herd together and moving. You tell me, I'll go hire them."

"Average size herd, really. Lately I bin seein' smaller herds movin' as the west is gettin' smaller. More tradin' goin' on between ranchers, these days." Morgan said, motioning to Slim to sit down. "I like to take a couple extra men than we need, if'n someone gets sick or a stampede happens durin' a storm. Best to start out with a crew you kin trust than to hire along the way."

"That makes sense, Morg. So, what do you recommend?"

"Oh, one man fer each ten to fifteen cattle would be fair, if you add the two extras. I just came in with a crew from Texas. They might be interested in workin' their way back home. Thar oughta be enough of um from Texas to make up a crew. You want me to see. All good honest seasoned men. Should make it an easy drive fer ya."

"You think you could do that?" Slim said, thinking this was going to be easier than he thought. He might be home earlier than he expected.

"Sure. I gotta go to town this mornin'. Need to git myself some supplies. If I get up the crew and, um, you give me the money to buy the supplies, I kin git us ready to go as soon as you say."

"I'm meeting with the buyer at the bank. He will give me our stake for moving the cattle. How about I buy you lunch at the cafe. I'll meet you there. I should have the money and you can tell me how you make out with hiring the crew."

"Sounds good to me. I got a few things to finish up here but I should know about a crew by noon."

Slim stood up and shook hands with Morgan, again. "Thanks, Morg. You sure took a lot of work off my shoulders."

"Slim, I done more drives than you have years. I reckon I kin put one together for you easy. Specially since there's a good crew in town, rested up and wantin' ta go home. You timed this just right."

Slim mounted his horse and thanked Morgan, again, and headed back to town. This was too easy, he thought to himself. Nothing ever goes this easy. Now he started to feel a little uncomfortable, but chased those thoughts out of his head. This was going to be an easy drive. He made up his mind, nothing would go wrong, he hoped.

Slim rode back into town before the bank was open. He knew Murdock was staying at the hotel. He might be over at the cafe eating his breakfast. He thought he'd go join him in a cup of coffee and tell him how the drive was coming together. He rode over to the cafe, dismounted and tied his horse to the rail. He walked into the cafe and looked for Murdock, but he didn't see him. Mort, the sheriff, was having his breakfast. Slim walked over to him. "Morning, Mort." Slim said. "Mind if I join you?"

"Slim. What are you doing in town this early?" Mort said almost spilling his coffee standing up to extend a hand to Slim.

"Business."

"Don't see Jess with you. Can't be monkey business." Mort said and laughed at his own little joke.

"Naw. Just me, today. I'm glad I ran into you, though. I reckon you should know about Jess and me leaving town for a few weeks."

"Leaving? Why?"

"Had a big buyer come buy up a good portion of my herd. Jess and I are going to help drive them to his ranch."

"Couple of weeks?"

"Maybe more."

"More? Where you going?"

"Missouri."

"Who's going to take care of the ranch?"

The waitress came to the table for Slim's order. He just ordered coffee."I'm riding out to see if the Bradley brothers will come stay at the ranch and run things for me. I'm sure they'll jump on it. They have in mind to not be dirt farmers like their pa. They want to get into ranching, this will be good experience for them to decide if ranching is really what they want to do. They all have helped with the stage when Jess or I have been away. I think they can handle it. Their pa shouldn't need them this time of year. He's just watching his crops grow, right now."

"You want me to check up on them while you're gone?"

"I hadn't thought of it, but if you would, that would be great. Check on their pa, too, make sure he's doing okay without the boys on the farm. I'm sure we could spare sending one of them back, if he needs one." Slim said, nodding his thanks to the waitress who just delivered his coffee.

Slim told Mort about his good luck in selling his herd and how much he and Jess were looking forward to the drive. They first needed a little time from the daily routine. A working vacation, so to speak.

Mort finished his breakfast and Slim his coffee. Mort paid the bill and both men left the cafe. Outside the cafe Mort extended his hand to Slim, "Well I wish you a safe trip, Slim. Same to Jess and your crew."

"I'll let you know when we're leaving. I'm sure I'll have a few loose ends in town to tie up before I can leave. But it shouldn't be long. Maybe a day or two."

"Take care, Slim. I almost know what you mean about getting away from the daily routine."

The two men parted, Mort walked to his office, Slim walked toward the bank. There were carriages tied in front of the bank so he surmised that it was open. He walked in and looked around but didn't see Murdock yet. He battled the thought about going to the hotel to get him, or just hold on a little longer at the bank. Murdock's morning might not start as early as Slim's. Murdock owned a large ranch and probably did very little of the actual work. He could afford to pay for as many hands as he needed.

Slim sat down in a chair by the door to wait. An old newspaper was laying on the chair. He picked it up before he sat down and figured that reading it would help pass the time. If Murdock didn't show up before he finished reading, then he would go looking for him.

He was beginning to feel a bit nervous, thinking he had a crew just about hired and what if Murdock didn't show up? 'You can't arrest a man for not buying your cattle, even if you did shake on it.' he thought. He settled back and started to read the old news.

It wasn't a long wait. Murdock arrived and apologized for being late. He over slept, he was ashamed to admit. He took full responsibility since he was in a card game late into the night.

"I hope you didn't loose the money for the cattle." Slim said jokingly, but obviously concerned.

"Oh, no. My card money is always separate from my business money. I learned that a long time ago. One can always deplete the other if you allow them to depend on each other." He laughed and continued, "Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. The money is still here in the bank."

Slim heard the morning stage coming into town. He reckoned Jess was having no problems, back at the ranch, without him. The stage was right on time. The thought ran through his mind, "How did I ever get along without him?"

He was brought back to the moment when Murdock spoke. "I may as well get you your stake so you can get your crew and supplies together."

"That's practically taken care of, already. The trail cook I hired knows of a crew available here in town. Once I have things settled at the ranch, we should be ready to start out. Are you going to be riding with us?"

"No. I have a ranch in Montana where I want to check out some longhorns. I have to see for myself that they really have a good herd with young uns to sell."

"Longhorns? I'm glad they're not on our drive. I've heard of horses and riders getting hurt getting in their way."

"Yeah, me too. But I like to have a few around for the novelty. I have a few coming up from Texas. Different lines from those in Montana, of course. I'll keep a small herd going just to please my fancy." He laughed and walked away from Slim toward the teller's cage. Slim sat back down and read a little more of the newspaper.

Murdock got his money, after some discussion with the teller, then walked back to Slim. "Let's go to the cafe. We'll talk there and I will give you your stake then. I haven't had breakfast yet and I'm starving."

Slim agreed to accompany him to the cafe. They sat down to a table and the waitress walked right over. They were the only people in the café at this hour. The waitress greeted Slim and made mention how nice it was to see him twice in the same day. She took their orders and headed for the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sherman. If I had known you were expecting to have breakfast with me--"

Slim interrupted. "No, no. I had breakfast at the ranch. I thought I might find you here so I walked over to see if you were here. Mort, the sheriff, was eating his breakfast. I had coffee with him until the bank opened. I was out rounding up our crew early this morning, before someone else hired them. I stopped by to hire the best trail cook around. He's doing the scouting for the crew, as we speak. I'm meeting with him at noon to see if we have a crew together and set to go. Then I can pay Morg and help him get the supplies on the wagon."

"Ah, yes, your stake to get you started." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a large roll of money and started counting out a number of bills. He handed a wad of the paper to Slim and said, "This should cover supplies and expenses along the trail. The bank is holding half the money for your cattle and for Alex's, as well, in your account when you are ready to leave with the herd. Here is that receipt." He handed Slim the paperwork.

When you get the herd to my ranch, we will ride to town and I will give you the other half and pay the commission to the drovers. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Sure, Mr. Murdock. "

"Here, you sign this receipt for half the money. Here is my note stating half has been paid and the other half will be paid upon delivery, along with the delivery charges for the herd."

"Thank you, Mr. Murdock. I've heard about you and that you are a good man to deal with, you always stand behind your word." Slim said, signing his papers.

"And I about you. I check on all the ranchers I deal with before I visit. I bought those cattle from Alex on a referral from a trusted friend. Alex didn't have enough cattle and he mentioned you and your herd. I spent two days in town checking your credentials. I think we are both wise men to make sure we can trust each over over such a large investment. I will pay the drovers their commission when they arrive with the herd, so you don't need to worry."

When Murdock finished his breakfast and Slim downed two cups of coffee. Murdock paid the bill and wished Slim good luck and a safe journey. When they walked out of the cafe, the barkeep was opening up the saloon. Murdock headed in that direction. Slim shook his head and went to get his horse. It was far earlier than he thought and it seemed he had too much time to kill before meeting Morgan at the cafe. He was sure Sally, the waitress, would be surprised to see him for a third time in the same day.

He toyed with the idea of riding out to talk to Mr. Bradley about borrowing his boys, but their farm was almost back at the ranch. He didn't want to make that trip, come back to town, and then ride back home.

He thought about what Jess said about visiting Linda. He just about to mount up and and ride to visit with her when he say Morgan driving his chuck wagon into town. He led his horse out into the street and stopped Morgan. He told him he had the money for the supplies.

"That's great, Slim." Morgan said and smiled with an almost toothless grin.

"Tell you what Morg. You go see about hiring the crew. I'll wait to hear from you at the sheriff's office. I'll go with you to the general store and we can take care of the supplies, once we know we have a crew."

"Does that mean yer not gonna treat me to a lunch I don't haveta cook?" Morgan said looking a little disappointed.

"Oh, no. We'll still have lunch at the cafe. Either before we buy supplies or after, depending on when you have the crew lined up." Slim reassured him.

"Praise the lord! I sure get tired of eatin' my old cookin'." Morgan said.

"Well no one else does, Morg. You're a wizard on the trail. I hear you never know what to expect. Beans are always a surprise, I'm told, so seldom seen when you're doing the cooking."

"You're right there, boy. They might be beans, but you won't recognize um. I reckon that's why I stay in business. I' m a master of disguise and I ain't had no complaints, yet." Morgan said proudly.

"I'm sure you haven't. I'll let you go tend with business and see you at the sheriff's office. WIth good news, I hope." Slim said while patting the rump of the horse closest to him pulling the wagon. Morgan clucked to his horses and continued on down the street, Slim walked to Mort's office, tied his horse outside and walked in.

chapter 3

Mort just received a packet of new wanted posters. He was glad to have Slim stop by to help him sort them out. Once they completed the job Slim said, "Well at least we didn't find Jess' poster in the pile."

"Were you expecting to find one? What's that boy been up to lately?" Mort joked back.

"Mort, you know I try to keep him out of trouble, but I do have to sleep sometimes." Both men chuckled. Mort poured them each a mug of coffee when Morgan walked in. Slim was surprised to see him so quickly. Mort offered a cup of coffee, poured it for him and the three men sat down to talk. Slim was a little worried that the crew had already been hired and Morgan was back so soon to give him the bad news. Before Slim could ask, Morgan burst out with, "We're all set. They want to know when we're leavin' and where to meet."

"Morg, I told you you were a wizard. How did you do that so fast?"

"I talked to two of the boys and they went and told the other crew members. I hope you don't mind, though. I hired one more man than we really need. I hated to see that Texas bunch all hired and havin' to leave one of um behind."

"Not a problem, Morg. I reckon we need to go fill up your wagon, now."

"Sure, when yer ready." Morgan said, but not looking all that anxious to get up.

"Okay. Let's go." Slim said and the two men said good bye to the sheriff and left.

Slim followed the wagon to the store leading his horse. Once there they both went into the store, he turned the buying and ordering over to Morgan as he knew what to get and how much. Slim picked up a few things he needed at the ranch and might need on the trail and added them to the total order. Once all was ordered the store keeper helped the two men load the wagon. Slim paid him and the store keeper wished them well for the drive and for the weather to hold out.

Morgan asked if there was any information to pass to the crew. Slim told him no, not until he settles someone to take care of the ranch. Morgan nodded his head in understanding. But Slim was able to tell him the drovers would start at his ranch. They would add Alex's cattle on their way east.

Slim asked Morgan where he would be staying so he could find him to let him now as soon as he had anything new to tell him about leaving.

"Right were ya found me this mornin'. I got no plans of goin' no where 'til I hear from you. I'll pass the word where the drive will start. You might end up with some of the boys wantin' to bed in yer bunkhouse."

"That'll be fine with me. They can come now or the night before we leave, for that matter. We have plenty of room between the bunk house and the house. Heck, Morgan, we'd be obliged if you came along to help feed them. Jess' cookin is likely to scare them off it if don't leave them sick with a stomach ache." Slim laughed. "And my cooking ain't much better. We'd all appreciate having you out there early."

"Might take ya up on that. Haven't slept in a real bed for a month of Sundays. Thanks fer the offer. If ya don't wake up in the mornin' to find me in yer yard, you know where to find me."

"I'll meet you at noon at the cafe." Slim said while mounting up and turned his horse toward the blacksmithing shop. He had to get some shoes for the ranch and to take on the trail in case any of the horses threw a shoe. This was part of being the trail boss, thinking ahead. He knew Morgan had a make shift forge on his wagon, so some nails and shoes should be all he'd need to supply.

Morgan climbed up on his wagon seat and drove to the saloon. He had to buy some medicinal alcohol for on the trail as he put it to Slim.

Noon finally came and Slim drifted to the cafe. Morgan's wagon was already tied near the front. Slim walked in and looked around and spotted Morgan, already sipping at a cup of coffee. "I knowed ya wouldn'ta stood me up, Slim."

Slim sat down and Sally was there almost immediately and both men ordered. They pleasantly sat exchanging stories of past trail drives, families and ranch life. When the food arrived they ate in relative silence. One occasionally asking the other a question and the other giving a response. When they finished, Slim paid the bill and both men walked outside.

"I'm headin' for home now and will stop by the Bradley's on the way. Hopefully things will be set from there, all depending on when the boys can come to the ranch. You know, you're still welcome to come out to the ranch, anytime." Slim said while he watched Morgan climb up on the seat of his wagon.

"Naw. I'll wait 'til I hear from ya so I kin pass the word to the crew. But don't be surprised if a few of um show up tonight. Free lodgin' is better'n stayin' at the hotel or campin' out outside of town."

"Just warn them ahead of time. Me and Jess will be doing the cooking." Slim said with a smile. "That might change their minds."

"Will do. See ya, Slim." Morgan slapped the reins on his horses to get them pulling the much heavier wagon.

"Yeah, take care. I hope we will be all set with the time and day, tomorrow."

Slim walked back to where his horse was tied. He checked the cinch and mounted up to head for the Bradley farm. He passed people on horse back or driving wagons on his way down the main road to town. Most of them neighbors going to town. Some he stopped to talk with, some just a friendly nod or tip of the hat.

Chapter 4

Slim rode into the yard of the Bradley homestead, chickens scattered in every direction. He knew they had many chickens with the size of the family Mr. Bradley had to feed, but he thought there was an over abundance of them.

The youngest boy, Ken, came running out of the barn to see what all the fuss was about. They seldom had visitors at the farm. He didn't recognize Slim right away until Slim said hi to him. All of a sudden Slim saw recognition flow into his face. "Mr. Sherman. Come to see my pa?"

"Sure have. Is he around?"

"Yeah, he's off behind the house with Ma pullin' some vegetables for dinner tonight."

"Thanks, Kenny. I'll ride back there to talk to him." Slim rode behind the house to find the Bradley's had a huge garden. They were just about in the middle of it, so he dismounted and ground tied his horse and walked out to meet them. He didn't want his horse trampling the tender plants. It was much easier for him to walk between the well kept rows.

Bradley looked up when movement caught his eye and he waved to Slim as he approached them. Slim waved back. Mrs. Bradley was on her knees digging in the ground. She looked up and waved, as well. Next to them was a large basket, already filled with carrots and green beans, now being filled with the potatoes the Bradleys were digging up.

When Slim reached them, Bradley extended a hand and they shook hands. "Slim. What brings you out here?"

Hello, Mr. Bradley, Mrs. Bradley." Slim tipped his hat in her direction. She smiled in acknowledgement and went back to her digging.

"I need to ask you a favor, Mr. Bradley." Slim felt that being direct and not going into a long story of why he was there was the better way to explain his presence there..

"Sure, Slim. Just about anythin'. If'n it weren't for yer pa and you, we wouldn't own this land. We'll always be indebted for all you've done for us."

"Mr. Sherman," Mrs. Bradley looked up, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. "You want to stay to dinner? I'll dig a few more potatoes. We're havin' chicken. Yer welcome to stay."

"Mrs. Bradley, you don't know how much I really wish I could. Jess' cooking, well I'm sure it's legend in these parts. A good meal cooked by you would be wonderful, but I have to get back to the ranch. I have a lot to take care of over the next day or two. That's why I stopped here. I'd like to hire three of your sons to watch over my ranch and take care of the relay station for a few weeks. Jess and I are taking a herd of cattle to Missouri.

"The three older boy's, I reckon yer talkin' about?"

"Yes. They all love the ranch and know the routine. They can stay right at the ranch and give ranching a try before they make up their minds if they want to really be ranchers or stick to farming. I reckon some steady time at the ranch should help them make up their minds."

"I reckon I could spare um. Most everythin' is in the ground and we're just waitin' for it to grow. The other kids can help us with keepin' the weeds in hand."

Mrs. Bradley said, "John, I don't know if I know how to cook for a smaller family," smiling up at him.

Mayhaps it's time to think about have'n a few more. The boys ain't gonna be here ferever. At least that's what they keep tellin' us," he chuckled.

"Of course, they'll be paid. They can use the bunk house for sleeping and the house for cooking, as long as they don't burn it down." Slim smiled.

"I'll ask um at dinner time. They out roundin' up the horses that went through the fence last night. I think I heared a cougar scream 'n it spooked um through the fence. I hope that cougar didn't git any of um. We need every one of um we got."

"I hope all is well. Those big cats can do a lot of damage to your livestock. As far as the boys coming by, that will be fine, Mr. Bradley. Could you send one of them by the ranch tonight so we can talk over when and what chores we expect them to cover. Stage times and anything else they might need to know."

"Hell, Slim. I'll send um all. You kin pick out yer foreman so thars no fightin' amongst um. And all of um bein' told by you what to do should settle any arguments."

"Good idea. I'll be expecting them, later, then. You're sure you can spare them for maybe as a month, depending on how long the drive will take and for us to get back?"

"If I need one of um for the day, I kin send one of he kids to bring one of um back home for the day."

"Thanks Mr. Bradley, Mrs. Bradley. " Slim tipped his hat to her, again, before he turned to leave.

Bradley walked Slim back to his horse, leaving his wife to continue digging up potatoes. Slim mounted his horse and thanked Bradley, again. He asked if he wanted any of their "salary" up front, but Bradley said, "Them boys is a growin' up. I reckon what wages they earn is theirs. We might charge um a little room 'n board when they git back home. They need to learn that grown men have responsibilities."

"Mr. Bradley." Slim said as he turned his horse to ride back around the house and through the front yard, once again filled with chickens. Slim knew some of them were pecking and scratching their last meals.

Chapter 5

From the Bradley farm Slim loped most of the way home. He slowed down to cool his horse some, though, in plenty of time before he got home.

When Slim rode into the yard Jess was hanging up some laundry on the line. He looked up, and was pleasantly surprised to see his partner back already, and smiled When he finished pinning the shirt he was hanging, he went to greet his partner.

"Slim. You're back, already? Couldn't wait to get back to see what was for supper?"

Slim was unpacking the few supplies he brought back with him when Jess walked over to him. His hands were full so he put a pile of things in his partner's arms saying, "Here, help me."

"Sure." Jess looked at Slim with concern since Slim was frowning. "I take it things didn't go so good in town?"

Slim looked at Jess with his frown which quickly turned to a smile. "Nope. We did great." They carried their bundles toward the house. "I hired Morgan right off and he took care of just about everything."

"I told ya he was the best. I was always glad to hear I was signin' on to a drive Morgan was on. His experience beats a lota trail bosses I've worked for, includin' you."

Slim looked at Jess and quickly spit out, "Us!"

"Oh yeah. Us." Jess chuckled. " So when do we leave?"

"We should know tonight. The Bradley boys are coming out to find out what chores we're going to expect from them, settle on wages and when they can start. Talking to Mr. Bradley, I reckon we'll be leaving in a day or two."

They went about in their separate directions, Jess back to doing the laundry, Slim to unsaddle and care for his horse and work in the barn. He had to check the horses and equipment to make sure they were ready to leave as soon as possible.

Dinner time finally arrived. Jess was a little putout that it was his turn, again. But Slim said he would do all the meals and clean up for all the meals the next day. They ate discussing the preparations they still had to do and Slim started a list of things to leave for the Bradley boys to do. Between the two of them the list continued to grow. They discussed which boy would be best suited to be left in charge. Oddly enough, they both agreed the oldest boy was probably the least likely. The next older boy was more responsible and could get the other two to pull their share of the load.

Jess finished cleaning up the kitchen and putting the clean dishes away when they heard a wagon coming into the yard. They wondered who it could be since they expected the Bradley's to arrive on horses, not in a wagon.

Slim went out on the porch to greet their visitors. He was surprised that it was the Bradley boys. But what surprised him most was, they had one of the older Bradley girls with them. He also knew this girl had a crush on Jess. He chuckled to himself. He could picture her begging the boys to take the wagon so she could visit, too, and sit wide eyed watching Jess' every move.

He reckoned Jess would suddenly find something he had to do far away from the house. He knew how uncomfortable Jess could be dealing with teenage crushes.

He reckoned right. As soon as he escorted the Bradleys into the house and Jess saw Lily, he dropped what he was doing, said "Hi" to them all, grabbed his gun belt and hat and headed for the door.

"Jess? Where you going?" Slim asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"I got some stuff to do in the barn. Gotta get ready for the drive," he said already opening the door to make his escape.

"I already took care of all that." Slim said. "I need you here to help me explain what chores and repairs we expect to be done while we're away."

"You already have the list." Jess protested, still holding the door open.

"Yeah, but there might be some questions or instructions you'll be better at explaining. Or there might be something I forgot."

Jess, with his back still to the group, closed the door. He rolled his eyes before he turned around, hung up his hat and gun belt and walked to the table, under the watchful eyes of Lily. She sat on the couch while the men went to the table to sit and talk.

Slim was wicked enough to seat everyone before Jess got to the table, forcing Jess to sit in full view of Lily. He was amused to see how uncomfortable Jess was, already.

They went over Slim's list and answered the questions that came up. Jess mostly spoke while looking down at the table when he spoke. Slim turned to Lily and said, "Lily, there's some coffee on the stove. Would you mind bringing it in here with some cups?"

"I'd love to." she glowed.

John mentioned that Lily came along because she was going to come stay with them to be their cook. This situation made Slim think of some revisions they would have to make regarding the sleeping arrangements. They couldn't ask Lily to sleep in the bunk house with the boys.

Lily came in with the coffee and cups and served the nervous Jess first, making sure she brushed closely against him, then proceeded to pour for the rest of the men. Slim couldn't help but notice, not even her clothes brushed against any of the others, including him. He smiled down into his cup, but could feel the glare coming from Jess without glancing his way.

Once Lily returned to her seat, Slim brought up the sleeping arrangements and suggested the boys would use the bunk house while Lily would use the guest room in the house. They all agreed this would be good and proper.

Slim stood up and said, "Okay boys, come with me. I'll show you where to find some things in the barn and help you make up the bunk house. Jess, you show Lily the spare room and get her some bedding so she can make up her bed. Then show her around the kitchen."

Jess suddenly put his head up and whispered, "Slim" with the most pathetic look on his face. Slim pretended to not notice and left the house with the boys leaving Jess alone with the love struck girl.

Jess slowly stood up and mumbled for the girl to follow him. He took her to the linen chest and took out what she would need to make up her bed, handed it to her and pointed to the guest room door.

She took the bedding with a charming smile and silently walked to the guest room door and just stood in front of the closed door.

Jess stared for a moment, then realized she was expecting him to open the door

"Oh, sorry," he mumbled and walked over and opened the door for her. As soon as she entered the room he quickly went back to the table, got his cup and poured the last of the strong brew into his cup and gulped it down.

When Lily finished making up her bed, she silently left the room and closed the door behind her, just loud enough so Jess would take notice.

Jess had his back to her. He rolled his eyes again while putting down his cup and standing up. He turned to face her, knowing his face went flush, and he walked her to the kitchen. "Ya got any questions?"

She shook her head no, acting like she was a little shy. Then she responded, "I reckon I can find everything. Anything I can get you or do for you?" she asked hopefully.

"Ah, no. Ah. Have a seat. I'll go help Slim and the boys then," he said and rushed rapidly for the door.

She stopped him in his tracks when she said, "Jess? Why don't you like me?"

Jess had his back to her and was speechless. He didn't not like her. He didn't want her to think that, so he turned around to awkwardly talk to her. "Lily, it's not that I don't like ya. I'm just kinda shy around women. Girls. And you're growin' into quite the pretty young lady. I just feel so clumsy and awkward around a pretty girl and don't want to embarrass myself by fallin' down on my face in front of ya."

Lily giggled, "Don't be shy, Jess. I don't bite. Really."

"Yeah, I reckon." Jess said, once again at a loss for words. Now feeling even more uncomfortable than before he really need to make a retreat. "I better go give Slim a hand. We really gotta be ready to leave." He said in an apologetic way as he exited the door, forgetting both his gun belt and hat.

He found Slim and the boys in the bunk house readying things for their stay. Slim acknowledged Jess coming into the large, one room building. "Did you take care of Lily?" Jess just gave him THE look. Slim turned so Jess couldn't see his smile of amusement, "I reckon we can leave day after tomorrow."

"Good" Jess said, still trying to shake his discomfort.

"Where's Lily?"

"Um, left her in the house, thought you might need some help out here."

"No, looks like we're just about done. The boys and Lily will go back and pack a few things and come out after dinner, tomorrow. We can get an early start in the morning. The boys will bring Lily and their things in the wagon, then one will take the wagon back home and come back on a horse. Their pa can't afford to be without the wagon that long and they can't spare more than one horse being gone."

"Sounds good to me."

"And just think, Jess. Lily can make our morning breakfast before we leave. You get out of cooking that morning." Slim teased.

"Yeah, great." Jess said, already not looking forward to having to sit at the table with Lily.

The boys collected their sister and waved as they left in the wagon. Slim and Jess waved to them from the porch. Once they passed through the gate Slim turned to Jess with a huge grin on his face.

"What?" Jess asked.

"You know, she'll be 18 next year." Slim said putting his arm over his partner's shoulder.

"Slim! Don't encourage her. I'm as settled down as I intend to settle. I don't need no woman in my life to complicate things. She'll git over me. Maybe she'll take a likin' to a tall, nearly well to do rancher, when she grows up a little more. She deserves more than a saddle tramp. I'll see what I kin do for ya." Jess teased, touching Slim's elbow as he rushed into the house.

Slim followed after him with a grin on his face, shaking his head.

They finished gathering their personal things together and set the items on the bench near the door. They would put these things in their saddle bags some time in the morning.

They went to bed early. Slim planned to get up early to go let Morgan know when they were leaving so he could get the crew together. He wanted to let him know all the details and then get back to the ranch to finish up any unfinished projects rather than leave them to the Bradley's to do.

Chapter 6

The next day passed quickly for the two men. Slim went to town early and was back to the ranch to help with the second stage of the day. He told Mose to keep the Bradley boys in line and make sure they each did their part in changing the team. He should only supervise and double check if necessary for safety. Mose wished Slim and Jess luck and to hurry back.

That evening the Bradley's arrived and John took the wagon back home after it was unloaded.

Jess made himself scarce once Lilly arrived. Slim decided to show some mercy and let him fuss in the barn with is horse and gear and guns or whatever else he could find to keep him out of the house and away from Lily. He did give thought to being cruel enough to send her out to the barn to help him, but he just couldn't bring himself into doing that to Jess, again.

A clatter in the yard brought Jess out of the barn and Slim out from the house. It was Morgan with his wagon pulling into the yard. He was going to take them up on sleeping in a real bed before they left and to show his gratitude he would prepare breakfast for them all before they headed out. Both Slim and Jess smiled with delight. They wondered what fabulous things Morgan had planned for their going away meal.

Morgan had a few cowboys with him. Slim directed them to the bunk house. He decided with Lily in the house it wouldn't be proper for him to let any of the men sleep in the house. So once the bunks were full they would have the choice of sleeping in the barn or camping out.

Morgan was first to claim a bed. After all, he was already promised one. So far the bunk house wasn't quite full, but it had never been occupied by so many men at one time since Slim could ever recall.

The chatter in the bunk house was light and jovial. It was refreshing to see these men together and getting along so well. They'd worked together on many drives and some lasting friendships had been formed.

As the evening approached a few more drovers arrive and were given their sleeping options. Regardless, they were all promised a superb meal before leaving in the morning.

Slim was surprised that none of the men brought a bottle of whiskey to pass around and commented to Morgan. "Nope, these men don't drink when they workin'. Nothin' worse than a hangover when yer chasin' cows. Part of the reason I was so set on gittin' this crew." Morgan told him.

Once all the chatter died down and the men turned in for the night, Slim sought out Jess. He found him working in the barn on an ancient bridle, trying to limber it up. Slim knew this was just something to do to keep from going into the house. He walked over and sat down next to his friend.

"Well, it sounds like we'll be ready to move out in the morning."

"I reckon." Jess said trying to look very industrious and serious about working on his project.

"It's all clear you know."

"What?"

"You can come in the house and go to bed. Lily's been in bed for at least an hours." Slim said slapping his partner on the back. "For someone who isn't afraid to take on the meanest gunfighter, you sure get all knotted up around a girl."

"Not all girls, Slim. Just girls like Lily. I feel like a fly in a spider's web around girls like her." Jess looked up from his work to see if Slim understood what he was saying. "I reckon I feel better around um when they look at me just as Jess, your partner, and not like their next meal."

Slim chuckled. "I reckon I know what you're talking about. I would probably run, too, if someone like Lily set her cap for me. You know, she hasn't been around many men, except for her pa and brothers and she's growing up. She sees in you a singe, kind fella. She's just settling her ideas on what she wants to find in a husband. Unfortunately, for you, that's what she sees in you. Give her time. She'll meet a young man her own age and she'll forget all about you."

"Can't be too soon for me, Slim. Just stop tryin' to toss me in her web, will ya?'

"I'm sorry, Jess. But it was just too much fun to watch you squirm. You do notice, I haven't bothered you once since she got here, today?"

"Yeah, and I'm much obliged for that."

"I put you through enough last night. I figured you need some time for yourself before the drive. Not that I couldn't have used the entertainment, mind you."

"Thanks, Pard. You're right. Another night of dodgin' her and I might not'ta been ready to make the trip."

"Come on, Pard. Let's get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us." Slim picked up the bridle Jess was working on and examined it. "Nice job. Too bad so much of the leather is rotted. All your work and we still can't use it."

"When we git back and I work on it more, it'll work. A few new leather pieces, some conchos. This could be one pretty bridle, again."

"Come on. Bed."

"I reckon I'm pretty tired. Any idea what Morgan is workin' on for breakfast?"

"That's my Jess. Always thinking of his stomach. No, I didn't ask. I kinda wanted to be surprised. But what ever it is, it'll sure beat your cooking."

"But I wasn't gonna cook. Lily was, remember?"

"I could ask her to make you a special breakfast just for the two of you, if you like."

The look Jess gave Slim was enough to end the conversation.

Slim walked toward the house with Jess at his side. "Coffee before bed?" Slim asked.

"Naw, I'll pass. Tired." Jess responded.

Slim walked straight for the bedroom, Jess followed and both were asleep before their heads hit their pillows.

Chapter 7

Morning came and Jess woke first to the smell of food cooking. Whatever it was, it smelled great. He shook Slim. "Mornin', Pard. I think Morgan's already startin' to spoil us."

Slim took a sniff of the air and smiled. Both men got up and dressed to go see what delicious breakfast waited for them. Some of the other men were up and drinking coffee when Jess and Slim joined them. Jess looked around and was surprised to recognize some of the men. He had worked with some them in the past. Slim was mildly amused, but not surprised. Jess always seemed to know somebody they'd run into, and they all remembered him, as well, for good or bad. No wonder Jess was always on his toes, Slim thought.

The Bradley's, including Lily sat together for their breakfast. Jess hardly noticed that her eyes followed his every move. He tried to avoid going anywhere near her and was successful by keeping busy with getting prepared to get the drive on the move.

When breakfast was finished the men gathered around and readied their horses. Slim gave a few instructions about getting them started and that they had to stop near Alex's place to have some more cattle added to the herd. Morgan stayed behind to clean up the yard and repack the wagon. The Bradley boys helped him and he was ready to roil and catch up with the men moving out the cattle.

Slim and Jess rode to the fencing that needed to be removed for the cattle to be driven through. The drovers rode into the pasture to take their places to await the signal to start driving the cattle. When the fence was clear, Slim gave the signal and the men started the cattle to move out. They were finally on their way. Jess assumed the point position on the way to Alex's ranch, just east of the Sherman ranch.

It was a pleasant morning. Not too warm or cold. It would be too much to hope that the whole ride would go like this. They knew that was unrealistic. Sure, they didn't need to worry about snow, yet, but sometimes snow is preferred to a bad thunderstorm or a dust storm when driving cattle. But no one can predict the weather, so you had to take your chances was the way Slim felt.

Alex was waiting for them along the trail with his small herd. When they merged the two herds Alex sent his helpers home and rode to speak with Slim. "Great mornin', Slim"

Slim gave a nod of acknowledgement. "Yeah, couldn't be better. You should have brought your cattle to stay at my place last night."

"Oh? Why?" Alex responded.

"You missed out on an exceptional breakfast. I'm sure you'll enjoy the food on this drive, if not the dust."

Slim took Alex around to meet the other drovers. Some he couldn't remember their names, so this was a good way to review and remember their names for the future.

Slim recommended a position along side the cattle to Alex to help keep the herd together. So far the cattle were all behaving and the few calves in the herd were keeping pace with the adults.

For miles the drive went without a hitch. The weather was good, growing warmer as the sun rose higher in the sky, but a good breeze kept the men from feeling uncomfortable.

They settled for a late lunch. There was a river ahead where the cattle and horses could have a leisurely drink and graze some while the men had their afternoon meal.

Slim sat next to Jess as they ate. He elbowed him and said, "I just might give up ranching to become a drover in Morgan's crew. This is better than the food at the cafe."

"I told ya. I hitched up with him anytime he was travelin' in my direction. If I was goin' there anyway, why not git paid and eat good food on the trail to boot. Wait 'til you see what he does with beans. You almost don't know that's what you're eatin'. Jess said while shoveling food into his mouth. "Too bad we're not headin' for Texas this trip. When he gets some of them Mexican hot peppers to cook with, you'd think you were on the other side of the Mexican border."

Once the meal was done and the second shift of drovers finished eating, they gathered the few strays and headed the herd moving east, again, following Morgan's well kept map of the best campsites and watering holes or rivers for the herd. The more Slim observed of this man, the more he admired his intelligence and organizational skills. Slim might be the trail boss, but it was Morgan who was really in charge. It only took one day for Slim to realize what a find this man was and conferred with him often when he needed advice.

The rest of the day went smoothly. Night position relief were assigned. Some of the men bedded down while others watched over the herd until the shift change.

The next day they crossed into Kansas. The next two days were much the same as the day before. The only changes were the scenery and the day time or night time temperatures. All was tolerable. As a group they were all satisfied how the drive was going. One of the drovers asked Slim how he trained his cattle to be so well behaved. Slim tried to give credit to Jess saying that he threatened their lives if they didn't behave.

Chapter 8

The fourth day of the drive dawned with an all day drizzle. It was more uncomfortable than a problem. At least there was no thunder or lightening to spook the herd. The cattle dug up the ground as they passed over it and worked it into muddy mess. Those following up the herd just had to contend with a little messy, sometimes slippery mud.

Everyone was equipped with a slicker and the day was mild. No one was soaked or cold. What little wind there was, was at their backs, so facing forward was not a problem in the least. A driving wind and drizzle in your face all day would have slowed things down considerably. But they continued to make good time. By evening chuck the drizzle was getting lighter. Perhaps the clouds would pass by them by morning.

The rain stopped overnight. Other than the wet ground, the herd moved on as if nothing had happened. A couple of calves were starting to fall back so the cows and their calves were put at the rear of the herd. As they would lag behind a couple of drovers pushed them less hard, following the main herd. They were always within visible distance of each other. Either Jess or Slim would ride back to see if they needed to adjust the pace of the herd, ahead. As long as less than a mile separated them, the slower moving cattle were allowed to maintain their own pace. When the distance became greater the drovers would slow the larger herd to allow the slower ones to catch up.

The weather held well through most of the ride. There was some wind, but usually to their backs, not enough to blow much dust around. The cattle themselves rose more dust than the winds.

On the sixth day they were close to crossing the Missouri border. They were headed in the direction of Booneville and figured they would spend the night outside that town. In the distance Jess saw a small town that he didn't recall ever seeing in these parts. He rode back to talk to Slim who was following the wagon. "We're makin' good time. I reckon we could be back home long before that month. Three weeks, the most."

"Yeah, things have been going pretty smooth. But I think we're going to have to make a stop soon. Look at Morgan's back wheel. Does it look like it has a bit of a wobble starting?"

Jess studied the wheel from behind and had to agree, it looked like something that should be looked at. He and Slim rode up along side Morgan's wagon.

"Hey, Morg. It looks like ya might have a wheel comin' loose, or somethin'. I think we should stop movin' and take a good look see." Jess said.

Slim rode forward to stop the men from continuing on with the drive until the wheel was looked at and fixed before it became a major problem. When he rode back Jess and Morgan were already looking things over. It only needed minor repairs and Morgan had everything in the wagon to fix his wheel problem.

Jess looked at Slim and smiled, "What'd I tell ya? He has a crystal ball and was expectin' this. So he brought the right tools and parts."

"Nope, not that good, Jess. I always have wheel problems on one drive or another and learned to be prepared. Glad you spotted it before it got any worse or fell off. I reckon I should have it together in a couple of hours." Morgan said crawling out from under the wagon after checking the axle for wear. "I'll need a few men and a log for leverage. It shouldn't take long." Morgan told his two bosses.

"I'll go get a couple of men to find a log and to help you with the fixing. The cattle could use a rest, anyway. We've been pushing them pretty hard."

"Hey Slim, come here a minute." Jess said looking in the direction of the town off in the distance. "What'd ya say you 'n me ride to town for a cold one? Or two?"

Slim looked at the small town, looked back at Morgan and the wagon and said, "I reckon we could. Part of being the trail boss is to make these executive decisions."

He walked back to Morgan and told him that Jess and he were going to ride into town, and asked was there anything he needed? Morgan smiled, probably reading their minds again, "No. Reckon not. You boys have a good time. We'll have this fixed by the time you git back. Wish ya could bring me back one." He smiled his toothless grin.

Slim rode around and told the men to just keep the herd contained and that they would be back shortly. They were riding to town for a few supplies. Left at that, Jess and Slim rode into the small town and straight for the saloon.

Chapter 9

They dismounted and brushed themselves off before entering the saloon. The crowd was sparse at this hour, but the usual card games were going on at some tables, a few other men stood at the bar, and a few others were drinking at tables. Everyone turned around to examine the new strangers in town. Slim and Jess tried to ignore the attention they were getting and walked to an empty table. Slim called to the bartender to bring them a couple of cold beers.

They sat down and were talking over how well the drive was going, how skillful the crew was and the good meals that Morgan continued to surprise them with. "That man is a wizard with beef and beans. We could eat them everyday and everyday they would be different," Slim said with pride. Jess nodded in agreement.

The beer arrived and Slim gave the bartender some money and told him to bring them two more when they were near empty. This put a grin on Jess' face.

Two men who were standing at the bar continued to study the strangers. They exchanged a few words and left the saloon.

Jess and Slim sat at a the table each finishing their first mug of beer. A cowboy came in through the door, looked around a little and walked over to them. "You Harper?"

"Who's askin', " Jess responded barely looking up from his beer.

"Can I sit?" The stranger asked, putting his hand on the back of a chair at the table.

Jess looked at Slim, who just shrugged his shoulders. "Sure," Jess motioned to the empty chair the man was already pulling out from under the table. "What are you lookin' for Harper for?" Jess said, changing his sitting position for easy access to his 45.

"Well, a, we kinda got a few things in common," said the stranger.

"Yeah, like what?" Jess asked without much interest.

"Our names". the cowboy laughed.

"Harper?" Jess said sitting up and showing some interest. Could this stranger be kin?

"No." the cowboy laughed, again, leaning his chair back on it's back two legs. My name's Jess, too. Jesse to be exact."

"So, what else do we have in common?" Jess asked, relaxing a bit more back in his chair.

"I hear you're good with a gun." the cowboy said in a lowered voice, leaning on the table toward Jess.

Jess just stared at the man not knowing how to respond. Either way he answered could have bad consequences. "Well, if I was this Harper fella, what do you have in mind."

The stranger looked at Slim. "Kin we trust him?" he said nodding in Slim's direction.

"I do." Jess responded. "Anythin' ya gotta say to me ya kin say in front of him." Jess continued to stare, not blinking and waiting for the stranger to continue.

The cowboy grinned in Slim's direction and asked, "He for hire, too?"

"Whoa." Jess said, leaning forward and speaking lower to the cowboy. "Who said I was for hire, or anythin' like that?"

"Well, if''n you are the great Jess Harper, we all know about ya."

"Yeah? What've ya heard?" Jess asked in a hushed voice.

"A lot", the cowboy grinned.

Another man walked in and straight to the table. The cowboy acknowledged him. Jess didn't recognized this stranger, either. The cowboy invited him to sit down without asking Jess or Slim.

"This here's Cole. Ya probably heard about him and his gang." The cowboy said nodding his head in the direction of the new man at the table.

"Cole?" Jess said. "Younger" he continued with raised eyebrows. "And I take it you're Jesse James, then? "

"See, Cole, I told ya he was real smart. Now if he's as fast as he's smart, what'd ya think? Could we use him? Oh yeah, that's his partner. A'm sorry, I didn't catch yer name." Jesse James said.

"Look, whatever you heard about me, I'm not ridin' that trail any more. I'm not interested in anythin' you might have to say." Jess said softly between his pressed lips. He sat back in his chair dismissing the two men, then leaned forward, again, and softly said. "Mister, if I were you I'd get outta this town before someone recognizes ya. You have quite a price on your head, I hear."

"Don't get no ideas. You may think you're fast, but, well, this here little town kinda belongs to the gang. Bought and paid for. You wouldn't live to walk out that door if you make a wrong move." Cole Younger said, resting his hand on his gun butt and nodded toward the bartender who showed enough of his shotgun over the bar to get the message across.

"Okay. No problem here." Jess said. "I got no bone to pick with ya. Just let me and my friend just ride on."

"Yer drovers for that herd outside town, ain't ya?" James said.

Slim started to stand up, Jess grabbed his wrist to keep him seated and said, "Yeah. We're drovers and we aim to get that herd to their destination." He could tell Slim was coming to a slow boil.

"Well, we might just need to discuss this a little more." Younger said with what looked like the smile of Satan. "I reckon yer more than just common drovers. It's usually only the trail bosses or cattle owners that come to town, not the help. They're still out there babysittin' the herd. Right, ain't I."

Jess stood, his hand near the butt of his gun. " Sorry to disappoint you gentlemen, but we just happen to be part of the crew. We don't have no money except for what we came to town with to pick up a few supplies for the boss. If we're caught here in this here saloon, we'll be without a job. We best be movin' on."

"Oh, good, said James, "Then ya got nothin' to loose."

This time Slim stood up and said, "What's your game? Yeah, I heard of you, too, but have you added cattle rustling to your crimes?" Jess flinched.

James laughed, "Naw, this ain't the first time. Now the truth. What's yer connection with this herd?"

"Does it matter?" Jess said through clenched teeth.

"Might." Younger said.

"Yeah, if ya wanna be part of the gang and drive that herd where we tell ya." James said, standing and putting his knuckles on the table leaning toward Jess and Slim. "If they ain't yours, what do ya have to loose? We'll pay ya a lot better than that outfit and if ya work out, we could always use a few good guns."

Slim was about to speak, but Jess put his hand on his arm to stop him. "Yeah, and how do we know that if we help ya we won't end up with a bullet in our backs?"

"Cause I heard about ya Harper. Tryin' to be on the right side of the law, but still havin' yer scrapes. I hear there might be a poster or two out on ya, too. Texas ring any bells? How about Arizona? I hear it gets pretty hot in Yuma", James said with a grin.

"Yeah, well, maybe.", Jess mumbled just loud enough for the others to hear, then said. "Me and my pard gotta talk. This is kinda new to him. I wanna make sure he understands what he's gettin' into. Like ya said, I ain't got much to loose."

"And if he don't wanna play along, whatcha gonna do?" James asked, looking straight at Slim.

"I guess it depends on his answer." Jess said hoping Slim would follow his lead. "I want you're word he won't be hurt if he doesn't want to join us. If ya really own this here town, throw him in the jail 'til we pull this off."

Slim quickly said, "No way. I'm in. We're not going back to Wyoming, anyway. So why not give this a try. Nobody knows me. I could do a lot of work for you. No one would suspect me. Everybody's gotta start somewhere. Why not with a gang that knows what they're doing." Slim had finally caught on, or at least Jess hoped he had.

"Yeah, he could go back and the boss would believe him that we need to detour the herd." Jess said pointing his thumb over his shoulder toward Slim. "One thing. How do you know I'm Jess Harper, for sure?"

"I pointed you out to him." A man said, sitting at another table. They never noticed this man enter the saloon, they were so absorbed in their conversation.

Chapter 10

Jess looked toward the table where the man spoke. The man's back was to the window, so even with squinting Jess couldn't distinguish who the man was. He walked to the table, the man rose with his hand close to the butt of his gun. Jess finally recognized the man, smiled and stuck his hand out to shake the man's hand.

"Well, I'll be." Jess said while shaking the man's hand and appearing to be genuinely happy to see him. "McCoy? Art McCoy? Don't tell me you're ridin' with these varmints. Last I heard about you, you had a posse after you and they weren't in the mood for a trial, just a hangin'.

"You know me, Jess. I made a lot of friends in the war. I do believe one of them was in that posse and just happened to lead them on a false trail. I got away, into a few more scrapes and met up with these boys. In fact, we was about to hold up the same bank at the same time. Lucky for both of us, there was a leak, never found out who that was, did we, Cole? But he ain't with us any more, if ya know what I mean?" McCoy winked at Jess. "We heard the town was waitin' for a bank robbery, so we called it off and met outside of town. Rotten shame, there was an army payroll sittin' in that bank. But, I reckon, if we'd got caught, it wouldn'ta mattered how much money we robbed.

"Yeah'n I heard ya missed yer own hangin', in Texas, Jess boy." McCoy continued. "I ran into someone down there told me about it. They swore they shouldn't a let ya go. Somethin' about a wanted dead or alive about you in El Paso or some such thing. Funny thing. I think they got yer name mixed up with some other Jess or Jesse, but they probably thought you both were the same man." He smiled showing Jess the old twinkle in his eye Jess remembered in their army days together. "You boys both do just about meet the same description. When they see them dollar signs either they remember or forget an awful lot, dependin' on what ends it'll git um. You still on the run, Jess?"

"Not really, more just like layin' low. Takin' a job here and there to keep on the move. My pard here, Slim and me been on the drift tryin' to keep outta trouble for a couple of years now." Jess said, sitting down with McCoy. "We ain't been no angels, mind ya, but nobody's after us with a rope that I know of."

Slim was still standing at the other table with Younger and James. All of them were looking at the reunion of the two men who seemed to forget they weren't alone.

"So, what's yer connection to this herd outside town?" McCoy asked.

"Just a drive. Workin' our way back to Texas, then pick up work on the way back north. Looks like we'll be avoidin' Wyomin' in the future, though." Jess said leaning over the table to Mccoy.

McCoy called to the other three men to come join them, then called to the barkeep to bring a bottle and some glasses.

"Well, what do ya say, Slim? Want in? I don't think you'll regret it. I've told ya stories, maybe now you'll believe um." Jess smiled, lifting a glass in a salute to Slim.

Slim lifted his glass to all the men with a bit of a nervous smile and took a quick swallow of his drink. "Jess, if you say so, I'm game. I don't have any real plans. This might be just what I been looking for. Having some money in my jeans will be a new experience, for me."

"Yeah, and Slim here, he's fast on the draw, too. I taught him everything he knows." Jess said with a smile while Slim gave Jess a dubious look. He was sure he knew what he was doing but he wanted to talk to him. Privately.

"I'll tell ya what. Let me and Slim pick up the stuff for the boss and tell him we heard in town about a detour. You got a good place for us to push those cattle to?" Jess said, wanting desperately to get Slim off and alone.

"Think one of us better go along?" Cole said to no one in particular.

"Naw. Jess wouldn't cross me. He's got enough trouble with the law lookin' for him. We're all he's got. He goes rabid on us, well you all know what we do with rabid animals. And people who talk too much." McCoy said, staring straight in Jess' eyes.

Jess held the stare. He was sure he won over McCoy. He hoped the others trusted McCoy and his judgment, no matter how misguided.

They sat down and discussed how the gang would ambush the drive and take the cattle. McCoy had a mining chart and showed them on the map the perfect place for the ambush to happen.

Chapter 11

Riding out of town to rejoin the herd, the two partners discussed what just happened in town.

"What are you? Crazy? We're going to steal our own herd?" Slim said incredulously.

"No, of course not. I'm thinkin'. Trust me. This will work out. I just hope no one gits hurt." Jess replied with furrows on his brow.

"Or killed." Slim finished the thought. "You know Jess, sometimes you really scare me. You had me wondering, back there, which side you were on!"

"Slim. We gotta figure out how to get that herd out of here and on their way. Problem is, I'm sure we're bein' watched. If we don't move that herd in the direction they told us, they'll take the herd, and none of us will be left alive. And you can be sure you and me will be first to die. Even if we're playin' along with them, I don't trust the Youngers or the James brothers. If McCoy even suspects a cross, he'll shoot me himself. He was a sharpshooter in the war. He could take me down and I wouldn't even know he was aimin' at me. I seen him kill some of our own soldiers when he lost trust in 'em."

"Nice friends you choose."

"I don't always choose 'em. Remember? I'm the one who draws trouble like a magnet to a horseshoe. And, Pard, it looks a little like it could be catchin'. We're gonna have to play this real careful. We can't afford any slip ups."Jess stopped his horse, brow furrowed deep in thought.

Slim drew his horse to a stop to and turned him to ride back beside Jess, looking to his friend for an answer. A plan. Something.

"If they find out those are your cattle and I work for you, we're dead faster than a hawk can swoop down on a prairie dog. We gotta get back to camp and pass the word. The story will be the owner has ridden ahead to the ranch where we're drivin' the cattle. Now, the trail boss. We gotta give him a name and just keep the gang from tryin' to draw a bead on someone who has more than a passin' interest in this drive." Jess took off his hat, wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his shirt, brushed his fingers through his thick, dark, way hair and replaced his hat. He looked at Slim to see if he had any ideas but he could tell this honest man had very little experience trying to deceive anyone. Jess admired that, but he also learned through the years that deception often kept him alive. And here was one of those times.

"Jess, I know what you're saying. And I think all the men we have with us are honest hard working drovers. I think we can get them to play along, as long as they don't have to deal directly with those outlaws." Slim said not trying to hide the worry on his face.

"I don't think we need to worry about that. All they need to do is know to follow our lead, no matter how strange . It'll be vitally important. Oh, I got it! Let's kill off the trail boss! Then one of us can become the trail boss and give the orders as far as the gang will know." Jess said with a pleased look on his face.

"We are the trail bosses, Jess. Remember?" Slim glared at Jess.

"No, Pard, you don't get it. If the gang thinks they have us in their pocket and now we're in charge of the drive they might just keep their distance until they're ready to ambush the herd and kill off the drovers. In the meantime, we kin work out somethin'. Anything to keep them from comin' into the camp. One slip up by someone could blow this whole thing wide open, faster than a stick of dynamite. We have to make them think we have everything under control. I'm sure McCoy can convince them I'm okay. We served together and that whole bunch are nothin' but renegade rebs. They think I fit right in. Oh, and now, you fought for, umm, the Virginia 9th Infantry. Okay? McCoy was never in Virginia. If they think you're a reb with a chip on your shoulder, they won't watch you so close."

"Speaking of infantry, I wish we could call out the cavalry to help us get these cattle through." Slim remarked, looking somewhat depressed.

"Yeah. Me too." Jess said with a smirk. "You don't happen to have any friends in high places at a local fort, do ya? We better ride. If they're followin' us they might wanna know what we were talkin' about. We better have a story for that too. Like, ummm, how we're gonna kill the trail boss?" He spurred his horse, Slim followed suit.

"How are we going to pull that off without a body?" Slim asked.

"Do I have to do all the thinkin'?" Jess threw a smiling glance at his partner. "Yeah Pard, I know. Ya don't lie, cheat or steal. This is all new to you. I think you are learnin' a whole new lesson in life, I'm afraid. You might end up doing all three of them things before this is over."

"Morgan." Slim suddenly said.

"What? You want to kill the cook? Aw Slim. We can't do that. He's one of the better trail cooks we know." Jess lips quirked up in a small smile, despite the seriousness of the situation.

"No. Charts. Maps. He has all kinds of them in that wagon of his. When we get back to camp we can look over them to see if there is any way we can get out of this." Slim said, then added, "I'm still working on the body."

"We kill off the trail boss and toss his body in the river. The body could wash anywhere. I doubt they'd go lookin' for a body that wouldn't be easily found. Now we need a name for this poor unfortunate fella before he meets his accident." Jess smile became a wicked grin.

"Jess, you're scaring me. I had no idea you had so much deceit in you."

"Disappointed, Pard?" Jess asked. When he got no response he added. "Like I told ya before. Sometimes ya have to play along just to stay alive. That might include lyin, cheatin, and stealin." Slim slightly hung his head. Jess continued, "And Slim."

"Yeah."

"Trust me, no matter what I say or do. Play along. We gotta make em think we really want a full time job with the gang when this is all over. That's what will keep us alive, for now. As long as they need us and don't think we're crossin' them, we'll stay alive, for now."

They continued to ride back to the trail camp. Jess kept a close watch to see if they were being followed. They rode in silence. Jess could tell this was really bothering Slim and his principles. They rode as far out as they could on the open range so they could watch for any riders. If they were being watched, their tail was extremely skillful. Neither one saw any movement. But Jess also knew about McCoy in the war. He was used as a spy, often, and had very good skills.

As they approached the camp and were reasonably sure they weren't followed close enough for anything said to be overheard, Jess rode out to spread the word for everyone to show up for chuck at the same time as they had some important information about a detour they heard they needed to take while in town.

A few of the most trusted men were given the duty to watch the herd and watch out for strangers creeping around while they met at the chuck wagon. Jess filled these few men in on more of the details and told them he would let them know more after the meeting and as the plan came together.

Slim rode directly to the chuck wagon and unloaded the supplies and filled Morgan in on what was going on. Morgan went to his chart box and searched to find the maps showing the lay of the land for the next 200 miles, or so. Slim studied the maps and suddenly looked up at Morgan with a smile on his face.

Chapter 12

When Jess made the rounds he passed around that the trail boss' name was Smith, if anyone should ask, until further notice. And that he and Slim were only drovers that they knew very little about. Maybe worked with them before and both were from Texas as far as they knew. Less said the better, he instructed. Now he had to figure out how to get rid of 'Smith'. He dismounted his horse next to the chuck wagon and walked to the opening and looked in. He saw Slim sitting with Morgan, a chart between them placed on a flour barrel, and a shit-eating' grin on Slim's face.

"What?" Jess asked, surprised to see the joy on Slim's face.

"I think I have an idea. Remember when we said an army escort would be great?" Slim's grin began to get broader.

"Yeah."

"Did you know Fort Benton is just the other side of the river back about five miles?"

"No, but I doubt they want to escort a herd of cattle to keep em safe from rustlers." Jess said shaking his head.

"No. But, I'll bet they would love the opportunity to capture the James-Younger gang. What do you think?" Slim looked as if he would bust the buttons off his shirt.

"Slim, I doubt bank robbers and cattle rustlers are probably high on their list, but, you're right. This gang is wanted almost everywhere. Great idea, Pard. They just might be interested."

"I reckon they might. I could ride there tonight. They could ride out and meet up with us where the ambush is suppose to happen. They could deal with the gang while we move out the cattle."

"Sounds great, if they'll agree. It's worth a try. I suggest you take Smith with you as long as you are headed for the river." Again that smile tugged at Jess' mouth.

"Smith?" Slims brows drew together in puzzlement.

"Yeah, the trail boss. We have to get rid of the trail boss and you can take one of the drovers with you and come back without him. Leave him at the fort so we're short a man. When you get back I'll ride to town and tell McCoy we got rid of the trail boss and you were appointed boss. You drive the herd and I'll be the go between to keep em off track."

"It could work." Slim found himself starting to smile to.

"Yeah. It could work, but a lot is gonna depend on what happens at the fort. Those friends in high places sure would help." Jess said feeling a little more confident.

"Who knows. All we can do is hope they will help out and yeah, if I knew the commanding officer." Slim said. "We could use a little luck about now."

"I passed the word that we need to detour our planned route. We need to plan how much information we give out. A good story about why we're just drovers and Smith is the trail boss and we better think up the rancher who owns them. We all need the same answers, just in case." Jess said to the two men.

"You do much of this type of thing, Jess?" Morgan asked with a concerned look on his face.

"No, Morg, not often. Just when necessary to keep us all alive. I don't know how much Slim filled ya in, but we're in deep trouble. Not only loosin' the herd, but these varmints think nothin' about killin' any one who gets in their way. I don't want anyone in the crew to get killed or even hurt. I'm gonna try to keep those varmints as far away from you as I can. I'll take the risks. One of their gang knows me from the days, well," Jess dipped his head, a bit of shame showing, "those days I didn't quite know which side of the log I might fall off."

Morgan turned to Slim as if Jess wasn't sitting right there with them, "You trust him?"

Slim smiled, looked first at Morgan, then at Jess and said, "Yeah, Morg. I'd trust Jess with my life. I wouldn't say that about many folks. But Jess and I, we've been through a lot together. I can't think of anyone else I would rather have covering my back." He nodded in Jess' direction.

"Thanks, Slim. Same here." Jess responded, humbly. "Is the coffee hot?" he said trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh, yeah. Help yerself." Morgan said, pointing to the pot sitting on a rock next to the cook fire.

With things worked out with Morgan, Jess and Slim left him to go about making the evening meal. The story Jess was going to tell McCoy was planned between Slim and Jess. The story would give reason as to why the herd was staying at the edge of town for another day and give Slim time to see if he could get help from the army.

At meal time, Slim told the men enough so they knew they had to remember a few things if they should see or speak to anyone not already on the drive. If they saw anyone around they didn't know, they were to let Jess or Slim know, and try to avoid talking to them. They should take an attitude that they knew nothing, just a drover doing what the boss tells him to do.

Slim mentioned he needed someone to go with him to look for some strays. Alex, volunteered, along with a few other men. Slim reckoned he could trust Alex to know a little more about what was going on. Alex had an interest in the herd. Slim took him aside and told him the plan and Alex was now Smith and he would be staying at the fort if the soldiers were going to help them try to round up the Younger-James gang.

Alex had no idea how critical things had become. He was glad he could help. "Hey, Slim?"

"Yeah?"

"I might be more help than you expected on this. My uncle is the commander at that fort. And I'm real sure he'd love to round up that gang and put a stop to their killin' and robbin' and all. I think you can probably count on their help. It'll be good to see my aunt and uncle and cousins. They've been assigned to that fort for two years now. I ain't seen them in three years or more. Bet my cousins are all growed up, now. Maybe they're not even at the fort any more."

"Alex! I had no idea you were connected with anyone in the army. I was hoping I'd find some one I knew at the fort that could convince them to help. Wait 'til I tell Jess how much our luck is changing. Thanks, Alex. Will you be ready to ride out in a couple of hours? I want to", Slim smiled, "kill you in the dark, then get to the fort and back with the sad news so no one can see us. No moon tonight, wide open prairie, I think we would see if we had any company." (wouldn't no moon mean they could see no one and they couldn't be seen in return?-) Depends on the distances and how open the land was.

Alex gave Slim a little wave as they parted company to continue on with their present assigned jobs. Slim went looking for Jess to give him the news about Alex's relatives. He found Jess at the chuck wagon explaining things to the men who had watched over the herd while the others were meeting and eating. Slim interrupted, "Jess. Can I see you a minute?"

"Sure." Jess said. "I think we're done here. Any questions?" The men shook their heads no or voiced a no. They continued to eat while Slim took Jess aside to tell him the good news about Alex.

Jess laughed, "Aw, too bad we have to kill him off. I really liked Alex." then turned serious, " Then he's okay to stay at the fort 'til this is over? He trusts us with his cattle?"

"I think he has intentions of joining back up with us under the cover of the army. But I know he trusts us. I've know him all his life."

"Okay. It sounds enough like things are set. We know the ambush sight and lookin' at the map, that's the only place they could pull it off. Too much prairie for cover anywhere else. I'll get word to them about the delay and that we're headin out after noon chuck."

"If I don't see you before you leave, be careful." Slim said with concern written all over his face.

"Don't worry, Pard. I can handle this. Been in worse perdiciments in the past and done okay. Maybe these varmints are more like rattle snakes than some, but call me the snake charmer." Jess said with a playful punch to Slim's shoulder. "Now, the same goes for you and Alex. Be careful. Make sure you're not followed. If they suspect anything they might raid the camp tonight. I have'ta convince them we have things under our control and the ambush is the best plan. I'll remind them that the cattle could scatter if they try to take them anywhere more open. See ya, Pard."

"Good luck, my friend." Slim gave Jess' shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"You too. I better get goin'." Jess said as the men turned and went in separate directions.

Chapter 13

Jess saddled up to make his trip to town. He walked over to the chuck wagon and grabbed a mug of coffee. Once finished drinking down his coffee he mounted his horse and rode toward town, hoping to find McCoy in the saloon. If he wasn't there he counted on one of the other men he met to be there and know how to find him. He preferred to speak to McCoy, alone or with the others. He needed McCoy there to press the other men into trusting him.

As Jess rode into town he could see the center of activity was the saloon. There were several horses tied to the rails in front and around the saloon. He rode over to one rail and tied his horse next to a few other, already bored, horses. He looked up and down the street. One couple was leaving the cafe and walking to a carriage tied near the cafe. No other movement on the street. He heard dogs barking somewhere in the distance.

As he approached the bat wing doors, the music and loud talking took his full attention. When he looked over the door he could see the place was full and every one looked like they were having a fine time for themselves.

The ladies were making the rounds to the tables of men who were either playing cards or just drinking in their individual groups. Jess walked through the doors and glanced around the room, but didn't see McCoy. Walking to the bar he ordered a whiskey. When his drink was poured he picked it up and turned his back to the bar, leaning on it, looking over the crowd. His eye caught two men approaching him and he turned to look in their direction. One was Cole Younger, the other man he didn't know. Jess lifted his glass in a salute and said, "Cole."

"Harper. We didn't expect to see you here. What's goin' on?"

"I gotta talk to McCoy. Me and Slim got this thing goin' and it'll make the whole thing a lot easier to pull off. They bought the detour and will be headin' along the mountains like you planned."

"We'll relay your message to McCoy." Cole said.

"I really need to talk to him. Slim and me are takin' care of a lot more, too. I think he'd want to know what is goin' on." Jess said, turning his back and leaning back on the bar motioning to the bartender for another drink.

"You can tell us, Harper."

"Yeah, I can. But I'd feel a lot better talkin' to McCoy." Jess said nodding his thanks to the barkeep for the refill.

"McCoy don't run this outfit," Cole said, the growing anger showing in his voice.

Jess turned around again. "Yeah, but I know and trust McCoy. I reckon he feels the same about me. I want him here to back up what I'm tellin' ya, that it's true. I don't know any of the rest of ya. If I tell ya what me and Slim have taken care of, you might think you don't need me no more. I'm serious about this deal and this deal landin' me a job in the gang. Slim's with me. We're both tired of eatin' trail dust. He knows I've done all kinds of things, not always on the right side of the law. He's convinced he wants to go with the gang, too. We're both tired of workin' day 'n night earnin' only enough to get us to the next job. Hell, we even talked about buyin' a ranch of our own, someday, when you boys make us rich enough to do it. Might even hire you all to rustle us up a good herd to get us started." Jess said with a wink and conspiring smile. "So, where's McCoy?"

"Come with us." Cole ordered.

"Where?" Jess countered.

"You said you wanted to see McCoy. Follow us."

"Nope. Don't think so. Bring him here. Once I see him, I'll go with ya," Jess said staring deeply into Cole's eyes.

Cole turned and looked at the other man and they both turned their backs to Jess exchanging some words. When they turned back to Jess, Cole said, "Okay. Frank will stay here with you. I'll go get Art. Then we'll all go down to the school house to have a little talk. And I promise you," he threatened, "If you're wastin' any of our time or we smell anything funny, your horse will be goin' back to camp with a dead man tied on his back." Cole turned and walked away and out the door.

The man named Frank said to Jess, "He means it. I wouldn't try anything funny. I heard of ya, Harper. I heard you're fast, but there's only one of you. We are many and every one of us is as fast, if not faster, than you. You might take one or two of us down, but you'll go down for sure. And It'll take a week to count the bullet holes in your body."

"Thanks for the warnin', but what I gotta tell ya, well, let's just say, I'm gonna make this whole thing so much easier than you ever expected. Slim is takin' care of some of the details right now. By tomorrow we will have complete control of the herd and the drovers."

Frank ordered a drink and refill for Jess. They stood in silence as they downed their drinks. Jess was in deep thought, rehearsing what he was going to say. He was sure there would be more at the meeting than just McCoy. It wasn't long before Cole came back into the saloon with McCoy in tow. They walked over to Jess and Frank.

"I hear you need to talk to me?" McCoy said to Jess.

"Yeah. At least I want you around to watch my back." Jess said to McCoy, glancing at the other two men.

"Jess, Jess, Jess. Ya gotta learn to trust." McCoy said putting his arm over Jess' shoulder.

"Yeah, well I've trusted in the past and got myself in a heap of trouble. Your friends here have already threatened my life. Right now, I only feel I can trust you and with you to back me up, they might feel a little more trust in me. Sorry to call you out this late." Jess apologized.

"No, no. This is fine. I take it that it must be important or you wouldn't have left the herd. You're sure they won't miss you and you'll get fired?"

"Naw. You'll understand when I tell ya what's been happenin' back at the camp."

"Another drink before we leave?" McCoy offered. Jess declined. McCoy ordered a bottle to take with them. He paid the bartender and the four men left the saloon.

They walked down the street toward the school house. Jess could see light from behind the windows. He wondered if he was about to meet the rest of the gang. They entered the building where nine other men were waiting. The men were either leaning against the little school desks or sitting on top them. Frank pulled the cork from the bottle with his teeth, took a swallow and passed the bottle to his neighbor.

McCoy stepped forward. "Gentlemen. This here is Jess Harper. I'm sure many of ya heard about him. He's about to prove himself worthy of joinin' our, um, organization. Cole. I'll turn this over to you. You're the boss. I reckon Jess just don't know you boys well enough to trust ya all, yet. So he wanted me to call ya all here to meet about the plans regardin' the cattle we're gonna, acquire. I understand there might be some changes in the plan?" McCoy looked toward Jess.

Cole stepped forward and took McCoy's place next to Jess. Jess could tell by his attitude that Cole didn't like Jess questioning his authority, but was calming down some and ready to listen. He also made up his mind if he didn't like what was going on, plans would change. If Harper were better off dead, he would arrange that, and quickly. His brother John stood by the door with his hand over his gun, just waiting for the signal from his brother. Jess sensed this and just hoped he was able to pull this off. Now he wished he hadn't had that third drink. He didn't feel it had affected him, the adrenalin was running so high, the alcohol had not muddled his mind, at all. But he had to have all his thoughts and abilities honed to perfection.

"Okay, Harper. Tell us what's so all fired important." Cole said facing his men, rather than Jess. He took one step back to clear the way in case he needed to give his brother the signal. The rest of the men continued to pass the bottle around, placing their attention on Jess.

"Okay. Slim and me decided to try and keep this whole thing from gettin' real bloody. Short of gettin' rid of the trail boss, we're hopin' the drovers will just follow the new trail boss, Slim, and ride right into your trap. Right now, Slim has told Smith, the trail boss, that one of the drovers noticed some stragglers back near the river that he couldn't convince to follow the herd. Smith is a greedy old bastard, so he sure don't want to loose any of his commission. Slim offered to go back to the river with Smith to bring back the strays. By now, Smith might already be dead. Slim's gonna kill him and set his body adrift in the river. We don't want it too easy for anyone to find the body and start askin' questions. We figure by the time they do, our story will be believable. If there is any suspicion, well, we'll be ridin' with you boys and they won't have no idea how to find us. Most of the drovers only met me and Slim the first time on this drive. Others, we've rode with. I doubt they'd have any suspicion on me or Slim.

"Slim is gonna come back with no cattle and no trail boss. His story will be they ran into a party of Indians who were slaughtering the cattle. They were out numbered and when the firing began, Smith was hit. Before he died he put Slim in charge of the herd since he already knew about the detour. Slim was chased by the Indians and had to leave Smith behind. He's so lucky to be alive and make it back to camp to tell the sad story."

Some of the men nodded to each other, and some mumbling went through the group as they continued to pass the bottle around.

"Me and Slim will take charge and bring that herd straight to ya. We're gonna put as many men as we can away from bein' able to return any fire on you boys. Of course, Slim and me will be firin' on ya, but we intend to aim real high. We expect the same from you boys. We want it to look like we're overtaken, lost the herd and lived to tell about it. You boys'll have the herd. Slim and me clear things up with the law about what happened and we're off the hook. You just tell me where to meet up with ya, say in about a week. By then we should have the sheriff sure that the cattle were rustled cause of bad information when we went to town for supplies. And if it's your sheriff we have to explain this to, and what you say is true that you own him, we all get off Scott free."

One of the men laughed and said, pointing, "That there's the sheriff. You reckon we're gonna have a problem?" The rest of the men found this funny and burst out laughing. The whiskey had them well relaxed. "Hey, Reilly, pass over that bottle."

"I got questions." Cole stepped forward. "Why did you do all this without askin' us first?

"Some of the men have families. Slim was hopin' for little to no blood shed. And that goes both ways. We don't want nobody here to get hurt or killed, either. We'd like to see this go as clean as it can. Leave em wonderin' who did it and how it happened. Slim and me will take the blame for the information we got in town. Oh, yeah. We will probably need 'til noon to get the herd movin. We gotta wait for Slim to get back with the bad news, then we need to be lost on what to do not havin' the trail boss to tell us what to do. Slim an me need time to figure how to scatter the men as we approach the trap. Just to be safe, we reckon we'll hold on to the move 'til the noon chuck is over."

"I don't like you thinkin' on yer own, and not tellin' us first," Cole said.

"We didn't have much time. We wanted to be sure this was gonna work. Without the trail boss, those drovers'll be lost and listen to anything Slim tells 'em to do," Jess said directly to Cole.

"I think he done good, Cole. If we get the cattle and none of us gets hurt, how much better could that be?" said one of the men sitting close to the door. Jess could see John still stood by the door with his hand nested on the butt of his gun.

"You two thinkin' about takin'' over this gang?" Jesse asked from the back of the room.

"No. Just doin' my part. I ain't new at this stuff and I want to be sure I live through it. Call me selfish."

"Ask McCoy. He's been around to see I kin think on my feet. If I kin get away with somthin' , not get caught or even suspected, well, that's why I'm still on the outside. Bein' in jail, I don't like it. I'll kill or be killed before I go back. If we all do this right, nobody'll even know what happened."

"Harper. Don't dare leave town. Go back to the saloon and wait. We need to talk this over. I'll tell ya what we decide, then you can go." Cole said.

"I reckon I'd rather have Art bring me the news, if you don't mind. I don't reckon I need to worry about lead in my back if he delivers the news, good or bad. We'll worry about where it takes us from there." Jess said as he started toward the door. Cole nodded his head to John to allow Jess to leave.

Jess walked back toward the saloon. He stopped to check on his horse, who had drifted into a half sleep. He acknowledged Jess' stroking his neck, then drifted off again when he realized Jess was not about to mount up.

Jess walked to the saloon and looked in. The crowd had thined, some, but there was still plenty of activity going on. The piano player was pretty good and the girls truly looked like they were enjoying dancing with some of the men. One gal was having trouble keeping her partner standing, but she continued to hold him up best she could, and kept him dancing. Jess spotted a table in the back with no one sitting at it. He wanted to be sure to be facing the saloon door and have his back to a wall. He was feeling uneasy about the meeting although he thought he had done a good job of covering all the whys the men questioned. It could go either way. Maybe they would reckon he did too much. He was hoping that they thought he and Slim were just trying to do their best to fit in. He was also praying that all was going well at Slim's end of the plan.

chapter 14

Slim and Alex made good time, even though it was dark. The range was smooth and easy riding. The river was low and not moving too quickly. Where they decided to cross the horses had very little trouble crossing. The fort was not far from the river. When they arrived they were led straight to Alex's uncle's private quarters. His uncle was very surprised to see his nephew and wanted to know everything he knew about the family. Marriages, births, deaths. Alex's aunt was visiting with her daughter who was about to have a baby. The boys were all serving in the army at various forts. Alex gave him a few details about the family. The General realized there was more on the boy's mind and asked him once he realized this was more than just a visit.

"Something's wrong, boy?" the General asked. Alex nodded. "Well, then, out with it." he said making it sound like a command.

"Uncle Milt, or I mean General," Alex started.

"Either is fine, boy." the General chuckled.

"I'm gonna let Slim, here, tell ya what's goin' on. I told him I thought you would be interested. I surely hope so or there is liable to be a lot of innocent people killed." Alex confided in his uncle.

"Indian trouble?" he asked.

"No, Sir," Slim jumped in. "its the James and Younger gang."

"They in these parts again?" the General said, standing up and walking to the fireplace to strike a match to light his pipe.

"From what they tell me, they own a town not far from here. My partner and I happened to drift into that town, and well, to make a long story short, we were propositioned to help the gang rustle the herd we were driving to Jefferson City. My partner knowing about the gang knew if we didn't play along, we were as good as dead. I'm here to ask for your help, Sir." Slim said with a grim look on his face. "They have set up a detour for us to take close to the mountain range on the way to Booneville. We were hoping you might be interested in rounding up that gang and we could get our herd through to their destination. We don't want to see any of our drivers hurt or killed. If you and your men could intercept the gang before we get to the ambush sight, you might put an end to a lot of future bank robberies and murders. They're planning to move to robbing trains, if they haven't started already. They mentioned it in passing when they were trying to sell us on joining the gang."

"How many do you reckon there are?" the General asked, appearing very interested.

"Don't know, Sir," Slim said. "I reckon ten to twenty men, maybe? Jess, my partner, went to town to meet with them. More of a long story, but he might know more, by now, if all went well."

"Where is this going to happen?" the General inquired. (Slim is a civilian, would he continuously address the general as Sir?) Yes, he's showing his respect from his days in the army

"Do you have a map, Sir?"

"Booneville? I'll get one." The General walked to the door and spoke to his guard then returned to the living room to join Slim and Alex. "I've sent for some maps. I think this would be a good opportunity to put a stop to those renegade rebs."

"Thank you, Sir." Slim said with a smile he couldn't hide and a sigh of relief.

"I have coffee coming with those maps. Now, Alex, tell me more about the family, until the maps get here." The General said, taking a seat and putting his feet up. "You married, yet? Any kids?"

They passed the time of day, with a very anxious Slim looking on. It wasn't long until a knock came to the door and a soldier was there with a pot of coffee and about a half dozen maps. The General thanked him and returned to where the other two men were waiting. He put down the pot and maps and went to the kitchen and came back with three cups and poured them all some coffee. He picked up the maps and started to unroll them, and when he found the one he wanted he laid it out so Slim could point out where they had the ambush staged.

Slim told the general that he trusted his judgment in tactically resolving their problem. He was anxious to get back to the camp and reckoned the less he knew about the plan, the better. Not expecting anything in particular to happen, any changes the General deemed necessary, Slim wouldn't be tempted to over react. The General assured him that he was already formulating a plan.

Slim bid Alex and his uncle good bye and headed back to camp. The ride back was rather slow. It was a cloudless night, only lit by the stars. With no moon the visibility of the vast universe of stars was astounding. It wasn't long, though, before Slim could see the camp fires burning in the distance making it much easier to stay straight on course. It wasn't long before he could hear the night sounds of the cattle off in the distance.

When he rode into camp he went straight to the chuck wagon. The fire was still stoked and a coffee pot sat on a hot rock nearby. As his horse walked closer to the wagon Morgan's head popped out of the back of the wagon. "How'd it go?" he asked.

"Better than I expected. Alex's uncle's a wonderful man and bored enough, right now, to want to take the challenge of maybe catching that gang of outlaws."

"Coffee? I kept it hot for you," Morg enquired, pro-offering the pot.

"Much obliged, Morg. Sure could use some."

"So, what's the plan? Morgan asked as he climbed out of the back of his wagon wearing only his skivvies.

Slim poured them both a cup and they sat down. "Sorry, Morg, not much to tell you. I had to get back, but the old man had a gleam in his eye when he told me he had an idea and not to worry. I reckon if I knew the plan I might somehow give away the secret. I decided it best to be a surprise to all of us. For one thing, if there's a leak, this way it can't get out."

"I reckon you're right." Morgan sipped at his cup. "Do you think we could have a leak? I know all these boys 'n trust um with my life. They've all worked together, on and off, over the past six or more years. We ain't never had any problems with any of um."

"I would reckon you're right, Morg. But I'd rather err on the side of safety. Just knowing we have help coming should be enough to keep up the morale. If I don't know the plan I can't even give away a single secret. Not even to you. Not even to Jess." Slim,'s forehead creased into a frown, " I forgot about Jess. He's not going to like not knowing. Is he back yet?"

"I ain't seen him. I would reckon he'd stop by for coffee before cavin' in."

"Yeah, you have Jess figured out right. His coffee, his stomach and his horse always come first. So if he hasn't stopped by for coffee or something for his stomach, he's not back yet." Both men chuckled over how well they both knew Jess and his priorities.

Chapter 15

In town, Jess found a table at the rear of and as far from the bar as he could and sat with his back to the wall. From his vantage he could observe both the door and the bartender. He ordered a mug of beer. He wanted to keep his head as clear as he could. He had no idea what to expect as a result of the gang's meeting and talking over if they trusted him or not. He hoped they believed he was sincere in trying to set things up as easy as he could for the herd to be taken from them. He, also, hoped they bought the part about no blood shed, but he feared that never really mattered to any of them.

It was nearly an hour before McCoy and two of the men walked through the saloon doors. Jess sat up, hand near his pistol, if he needed it. He tried to appear confident and relaxed so he picked up his mug with his left hand and drained down what was left in the mug. "It would be a shame to let it go to waste.' he thought to himself.

The men spotted him and walked toward him. They were all obviously drunk. Jess hoped that was a good sign that he had been accepted. If not, he felt confident their reflexes were affected enough that he could take down all three. But the shot gun behind the bar worried him. They may be right. He might not leave this town alive if they saw through his scheme.

McCoy had a broad grin on his face. Jess still didn't trust that it meant good news so he continued to stay seated and ready.

Jess recognized both men with McCoy. One was the man they referred to as the town sheriff. The other man sat in the back of the room and never spoke. He didn't know the man's name. No introductions were made.

He continued to sit to make a quick draw easy. Or, if he needed to, pull his gun and hold it under the table was an option. The barkeep set the bottle and glasses on the table and the man Jess knew as being the town sheriff picked up the bottle. He uncorked it with his teeth and poured whiskey into the four glasses. He offered the first to Jess, who took it but continued to try and read the three men's eyes.

"Relax, Jess." McCoy said. You look like yer watchin' a nest of rattlers."

"How do I know I'm not?" Jess said looking deep into McCoy's eyes to see if he could read what was going to happen next.

"You ain't dead, yet. Are ya?" McCoy said while refilling his glass. Jess still hadn't touched his.

"Not yet. But what happens when I walk out that door?" Jess said pointing to the door with his left hand.

"Well, I reckon you go back to that herd and make sure you leave shortly after noon. We'll get into position in the mountains and meet you when you git there."

"Then what?" Jess said giving the impression that he was relaxing, but he was far from giving up his seating to be ready to move fast and draw his gun. "What about what I said about takin' it easy on the gun play?"

"That'll depend on if we're fired on. We have to defend ourselves, ya know."

"Slim and me will bring up the front. We kin stop the herd, ride back and git the men to give up the fight since it's not worth it."

"If ya kin do that, we promise, we'll just take the herd 'n leave."

"That's our plan. I'm sure none of those men want to die over a herd as small as this one. Their delivery commission ain't worth their lives. There might be a few hot heads but I'm sure Slim and me can take care of them. Just remember, if the blame falls on me or Slim, your sheriff will take us in until this blows over, right?"

"Shouldn't need that. You keep yer men under control the only bullets flyin' will be to gittin' the herd movin." McCoy said with a toothy grin. "We don't look forward to git shot up any more than you do. When this is all over, you and your partner come back here to town. You'll git your cut and Cole and Jesse will decide whether you're worthy of joinin' the organization. I'll tell ya. I won't be throwin' in no black ball. I look forward to ridin' with ya again, Jess."

"Yeah, me too, Art. Just like old times, sorta." Jess said trying to sound as sincere as he could.

McCoy and the others stood up. The sheriff grabbed the bottle and the three turned and walked away and out the door. Jess continued to stay seated, keeping an eye on the door and the bartender. He glanced down at the drink that sat in front of him. He really needed it to calm his nerves. Did he dare? He stared at it for a few more minutes then said, "Aw hell." and downed it in one gulp. He set the glass down, stood up and headed for the door.

So far so good. The bartender was watching him, but no shot gun in his hands. He was polishing a glass with a towel. Jess looked over the door and saw no one waiting outside for him. He took a deep breath, pushed open the door and walked outside. With the back light he was a perfect target. But all remained silent. He started to relax a little, but remained vigilant. He walked to his horse, now standing by himself. Jess mounted up and started to trot out of town.

Once out in the open range, heading for the camp, he finally started to relax. They must have believed him.

Due to the darkness of the night, he didn't pick up much of a pace. But it wasn't long before he could see the camp fires burning in the camp. It was good to be back with some men he could trust and let his tense nerves finally go loose.

He rode to the chuck wagon hoping to find some hot coffee and he wasn't disappointed. Morgan walked around from the other side of the wagon and said, "Jess. Yer back!"

"Yeah, I reckon."

"How'd it go?"

"Okay, I hope."

"Slim just left. I think he's over there near that fire," Morgan pointed in the direction where several bedded down men surrounded a low burning fire.

Chapter 16

Back at the fort, General Tyler was working on his plan. He wanted to try and round up the gang before they had a chance to fire on any of the innocent drovers. He and Alex discussed how the drive was going asking more about the plans of where the men would be placed with the herd as it moved closer to the mountain where the ambush was planned to take place.

He paced the floor thinking of several alternatives. Often starting to speak to Alex with an idea but quickly cutting it off with shake of his head and then silence again as he paced the floor, again, in front of the fire place. Alex watched but he had no ideas of his own and certainly had no idea how to run a cavalry unit, regardless of their mission.

After an hour or more the general stopped his pacing and stood still, thinking. He had a slight smile on his face that continued to grow as he thought. Alex hoped this meant that a brilliant plan was dawning.

"I've got it!" The General said turning to face Alex then quickly walking to the door. He told his guard to gather some of his officers together for an important meeting in fifteen minuets. He named those he wanted present and uniforms were optional. This late at night time was more important than decorum.

"Alex, I may have a plan that will not involve your friend or any of his drovers. If this works out right, we will at least make sure your friend passes peacefully. And if we clean up that gang in the process, all the better. I will fill you in after I meet with my officers and scouts."

General Tyler slipped on his boots and walked to his office in the next building. He left Alex to wonder what was going to be the plan, and more important, how could he help.

Alex dozed off on the couch while his uncle was in this meeting. He never heard him when he came back to his home. Tyler went to the cedar chest and pulled out a soft blanket and covered his sleeping nephew. He would fill him in on the plans come morning. To carry out this plan they would need an early start.

He knew he could count on his scouts to set this up better than many of his officers. His scouts were already on their way out of the fort to start setting things up, as planned. His officers all agreed his idea would protect the innocent drovers and maybe round up some, if not all, of that notorious gang. Things had been quiet in the area. No Indian problems. This mission would help relieve the boredom and do a service for the country, as well.

Chapter 17

When he finished with his coffee, Jess thanked Morgan. He walked over to where Slim was bedded down, leading his horse. He stooped down and whispered, "Slim? You awake?"

Slim rolled over quickly. "Yeah, been worried about you."

"Well, I think they believe us, unless they sober up enough in the mornin' and find a hole in my story. They sure are a suspicious lot. How'd things go at the fort?"

"As far as I know something is set, but I had to leave before any details were settled. We're just going to have to trust that they will be there when we need them. General Tyler assured me he would try to keep our people away from any blood shed. That's all I can tell you."

"I sure hope he comes up with a good plan. I want to get through with this and as far away from these parts as soon as possible. You know we'll have to travel home far away from this part of the country."

"Yeah, I reckon we can travel well north of there on the way home. You better get some shut eye. We're going to need to be on our toes come morning."

"Yeah. I gotta take care of Traveler, first, then I'll turn in. I think I 'll go sleep near Morgan and the wagon. He has a nice fire goin' and keeps coffee hot on it all night. Just in case I can't sleep." Jess smiled.

"Okay. Just so I can find you if I need you. Night, Pard."

"Yeah, nite to you, too. I hope we all live through this. The more I see of that gang, the meaner I see um becomin'. I'm not even sure I've met the whole gang, yet. Oh yeah! Remember when they said they owned the town?"

"Yeah, did you find out more?"

"Yeah. The sheriff is an active part of the gang. There is no law in that town. I have a real bad feelin' everyone in that town is on the run and wanted for somethin'. They found a safe place to hole up. I think the Marshals might want to know about that town when this is all over." Jess stood up and led Traveler off to care for him before bedding himself down for the night.

Both men slept a little better knowing the other was safe. But they could have slept better if they knew what tomorrow would bring.

As soon as it started to get light, the men started milling around. Shift changes were made and Morgan set to building up his fire to start cooking. Jess and Slim got together and decided, in case they were being watched, each would eat with a different shift of drovers and let them know a little more of what they knew. Slim, now, was again the trail boss, Jess his right hand man. They both tried to assure their respective groups that they were trying to keep everyone alive and from being hurt. They asked for their trust and cooperation in following their lead.

Luckily all the men had enough trust in their trail bosses. Those that had questions asked Morgan, if they had any doubts or shyness. Others went to either Jess or Slim. Both men tried to keep the answers vague because they, themselves, had no idea how the army was going to handle the situation. But they tried to pass on their confidence and faith in the help from the fort.

They took advantage of this time to check their horse's shoes, replacing or tightening any in the slightest need. The cattle and horses enjoyed this extra down time to graze and take advantage of the abundant water.

Before noon Morgan started putting his fire in order for cooking and started to prepare for the noon meal. Slim and Jess spent a lot of time together. Jess told Slim about the tense time he spent in town and how he wasn't sure if he was going to make it back to camp, alive.

Slim filled Jess in how his meeting with Alex's uncle went and expressed his regret not being able to stay long enough that they would be aware of the General's plans. At least with uniforms the drovers could tell the good guys from the bad guys. They only hoped the army would be able to distinguish the drovers from the outlaws. They agreed that the soldiers should be able to tell who was with the herd and who was off in the bushes planning to attack. That is, if they were there when it all started.

Once the noon meal was completed by everyone, both shifts well fed, the men's assignments were passed out by Slim. He and Jess would take the point position trying to keep the others as far back from the initial attack they expected. They hoped they read the ambush as hitting from the front with cover from the mountain. If they planned an attack from the rear, there was a fear of stampeding the herd. It was the sensible choice, due to the region, that they planned the attack from the front. Since they claimed to have rustled cattle in the past, they would know it was easier to hold the herd together before a stampede would materialize.

When everyone took their assignment they were reminded to follow Jess and Slims lead in case of trouble. Slim and Jess knew what was going on and when and if gun play would be necessary and would get the word to the men moving the herd.

Chapter 18

During the night the army scouts started to set up the the scene they intended to use to avoid getting the moving herd involved in any cross fire.

Chocktawa went far to the north east of the mountains and set up his camp. Being an Indian scout, he was familiar with sending smoke signals. He was within sight of the mountains, but far enough away that no one could see that it was only a single man and not a war party.

The other two Indian scouts set up their camps amongst the mountains, high above where the ambush was planned. They knew where the gang would be coming from and knew they would stay low on the mountains for cover. Strategically settled in, they awaited the arrival of the outlaws to take their places on the mountainside.

The cavalry was setting out from the fort right after breakfast. They were setting out to check on some possible "hostiles" in the area. The word was they were hiding in a certain stretch of mountains. Their plan was to have the mountain cleared well before the herd pass through.

The threat of a hostile war party in the area to put the fear in the gang and to see troopers riding on to the scene should make them scatter and in scattering, they hoped they could round them up and place them in the brig until the Marshals could collect them and deliver them for their respective trials.

When one of the guides spotted the men taking their places they would start their fires and start sending smoke signals. They wanted the men to think they only had one direction in which to retreat. And when they made that retreat, the army would be hot on their trail. They hoped the army timed things right to arrive in time to be close enough before the outlaws decided to move out rather than deal with a war party.

The army was taking a round about trek to the mountains to totally avoid meeting up with the cattle herd. They didn't want any chance of any of there movement adding up to the outlaws. They were approaching the attack area , so they slowed and finally stopped to stay out of sight until they were signaled.

Chapter 19

Cole and his gang were headed for the mountains. They had plenty of time to make the ride, hide their horses and take their places. At the back of his mind Cole felt something wasn't quite right, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Jessie, Frank and Art tried to assure him they felt that this was going to be an easy hit. McCoy relied heavily on the fact that Jess was wanted and after pulling off this deal he would need to join their company just to keep away from the law. Once they realized his background the law would blame the whole thing on him. He would need the protection of the gang. McCoy had no doubts. Now Slim, he still had his reservations. But if Jess vouched for him, he reckoned he was worth the risk to bring into the gang.

Jesse liked Jess and how he handled himself when they met. He was cautious to admit to whom he was to a stranger. He was ready should a gun fight ensue. And most of all he gave them warning to make themselves scarce before they were recognized by someone and the law came down on them. He saw Jess as a man with a past, laying low, but missing the action. He backed McCoy on the decision that, at least Jess would be a good addition to the gang. Slim would have to prove himself, yet. He believed Slim to be a bit naive, or maybe a little slow, but he appeared to want to please his friend, Jess, even if it was to step over the line.

He also recalled the remark about having some pocket money in his jeans and not begging for job after job just to survive.

As far as the deal for no blood shed, that would depend on what kind of cowboys were on the drive. If they could just walk in and take over the herd with no shots fired, that would be fine with them. A little hard to believe some self righteous son of a bitch wouldn't try to stop them. But if the trail boss says to sit tight, who knows, they might just listen. Not worth dying for the small commission this rather small herd would bring them.

Yeah. Like taking candy from a baby. If all went as planned, this would be the easiest job they ever pulled.

All the players were in place and the drama was close to beginning. The outlaws were on their way to the mountain. The Indian scouts were in place to attempt their diversion. The cavalry was almost set for their action upon the proper signal. And the cattle herd was heading toward the trap.

It wasn't an especially warm morning, but many of the men were already showing signs of sweating. As they started out they maintained their normal positions amongst the herd. Jess and Slim would let them know when to change those positions as they approached the mountain.

As General Tyler predicted, the outlaws arrived early. When they took their places, the guide above them started his signal fire. Since it was above them and behind their view, the outlaws didn't see the signal from the first fire.

The army took notice and assemble to await the other two fires and smoke signals to be passed. They wanted the gang to reckon they were surrounded by a hungry war party in those mountains and they were about to be the main course.

The second fire above the gang was lit. Still beyond their limited range of sight above them, it went unnoticed.

Dust from the coming cattle in the distance was just starting to be seen. Chocktawa lit his fire. The stage was set.

Once Chocktawa's fire was prepared to start sending smoke signals, he sent up the first to try to get the gang's attention. From his distance it was hard to tell if he was getting a response from anywhere or not. The guide above the outlaws watched for a reaction below him due to the distant smoke signal. When he was sure the word was passing and tension was in the air, he prepared his own fire and sent a signal back to Chocktawa. This indicated to the third scout to prepare his fire for signaling.

The army was saddled and awaiting the signal from the third fire before they made their advance.

Chapter 20

Jess was first to notice the smoke signal off in the northeast. It made him uneasy, but it was far enough away it should not affect the travel of the herd. And with the cavalry to arrive, any hostiles could be dealt with by them. He rode to Slim and pointed it out to him.

"Outlaws, now hostiles. What else can we expect? I knew things were going too smoothly until you had to play outlaw back in the saloon." Slim said to Jess, concern showing on his face.

"I reckon it's nothin' to worry about. You got the cavalry comin'. They're use to battlin' a few Indians, don't ya think?"

"Yeah, but I don't think that was in their plans. I hope this doesn't get to hot to handle. We might end up battling those bushwhackers ourselves if the army is occupied with battling a war party."

"Slim. Next time I say let's go on a cattle drive, tell me NO! And if I ask why, remind me about this one. I have a hankerin' right now to just keep on ranchin' and leavin' the drives to men who need the job. I came along for old time's sake, to soak up some of the adventure of bein' on the drive, again. I sure hate to admit it, but I'm startin' to feel I'm gettin' too old for this stuff."

Slim laughed out loud, "Yeah, me too. Not even thirty yet and we're both over the hill and worryin' about our aches, pains, bones and early resting in peace. What do you think Jonesy would said about that?"

"Probably that he was glad we finally got some brains and decided to use um." Jess noticed directly ahead of them, high on the mountain, another smoke signal. "Looks like we're headed right in the middle of a war party. I hope those James boys keep um busy for us. For once I'm rootin' for the Indians in that battle. Then maybe they'll be too tired to want to fight us."

"No. The Indians will want the cattle. You can bet on that. But by that time maybe General Tyler will be there to battle the Indians and let us pass."

"I reckon we'll see when we git there. How about slowin' down the herd, some. I'm not in a hurry to git caught up in any of this."

"Good idea, Jess. Let's pass the word and remind the men not to worry. The cavalry should already be on their way."

"Right." Both men rode off, one to the left the other to the right of the herd to pass the word about the newest developments. Their previous orders still held as far as the positions they were to maintain as they passed though the mountains. If they were attacked by Indians, the men were given permission to fight back as best they could, but not endanger themselves for the sake of the herd. A few lost cattle was preferred to the loss of any of the men.

The third signal went up and the cavalry started to slowly advance on the mountain.

The men on the mountain had been watching the smoke in the distance and watching for responding signals to get an idea where the Indians were centered. None of them thought to look directly above them. When the third signal went up Frank James spotted it and "knew" they were close to a war party and the gang was probably the topic of the smoke signals. The word went through to all the men and the tension could be cut with a knife.

The Younger brothers wanted to sit tight. They wanted that herd and if they needed to trade off some cattle for their lives from a war party, what did they have to loose?

"Our scalps." said Jesse and many of the men were agreeing with him. "It ain't worth it Cole. I say we git outta here while we kin. We're practically surrounded."

One of the other men spotted the cavalry off in the distance and pointed them out to the others.

"That settles it for me Cole." Frank James said. "If the cavalry is headin' this way, smoke signals all around, we're in deep trouble. If anyone in that army recognizes any of us we will have more than just Indians to worry about." The majority of the men were hardily agreeing with Frank.

"Then you boys want to call this off, I take it." Cole said. Again he could tell the majority wanted to make tracks. "How many want to stay?" Only two hands went up, Cole's brothers. "I guess it's settled. Jake, get the horses." As Jake went to get the horses he saw the signals almost directly over his head. He quietly lead the horses to the men and pointed out how close to the center they were to meeting up with the Indians. Now even Cole was ready to leave.

They mounted their horses and started to ride northwest, away from any smoke they could see. The cavalry saw the movement and retreat of the outlaws and went into pursuit.

Chapter 21

The cattle drive continued on it's way. No more smoke signals were seen. They hoped the Indians moved on or the cavalry's appearance convinced them to move on. Since the objective of the army was the Cole Younger gang, they hoped an altercation with a war party wouldn't complicate things.

They heard no gun fire, but the rumble of the cattle's hooves pounding the ground was loud enough that distant gunfire would be hard to distinguish.

The dreaded mountain came closer and closer. Slim was starting to worry since he saw no signs of the cavalry. But he still had confidence that Tyler knew what he was doing.

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The outlaw gang was riding hard and wide. They knew where they would regroup, splitting up assured less soldiers on the trail of each of them. The gang knew the country well. They knew where trails were almost impossible to follow. They knew safe hiding places as well as blind canyons to try and mislead or ambush. The army was still far behind them. Tyler wished he had started moving sooner. But his main mission was accomplished. There would be no ambush and the outlaws were riding away from the direction the herd was traveling. He wanted to bag the whole gang, but he could see how foxy they were. If he split up his men too thin to follow them all in their various directions, he feared for the safety of his men. He knew the reputations of these gun fighters, skilled in ambush. But to keep them fleeing, they continued to follow some of them.

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When Jess and Slim arrived at the mountain with the herd, all was quiet. Too quiet. No outlaws raiding with blazing guns. No war parties lining the ledge above them on the mountain. Jess looked at Slim with question in his eyes. "Don't like this. Where is everyone?"

"Jess, I'm as surprised as you are."

"I'm gonna ride up the side of the mountain to see if I can find McCoy."

"Good luck, Pard. I have a feeling we're all alone." Slim said as Jess rode off into the scrub to search for tracks going up the mountain.

Jess found where the gang rode up the side of the mountain. He also found tracks of several men leaving the mountain. From the resilience of the grass, the tracks leaving the mountain appeared to be the most recent. Jess looked both up the mountain and in the direction the tracks showed the men left in. "We're they raided by the Indians that were sending the smoke signals? Or were they just being cautious when they saw the indications of hostiles in the area?' he thought.

He followed the tracks going away from the mountain. Slim saw him riding away from the mountain and was puzzled. But he trusted Jess' judgment and tracking skills.

Jess followed the tracks and read what happened. The outlaws were nervous about the Indians, but when they saw the cavalry coming, they tossed their plans aside and went on the run. Jess chuckled to himself thinking how brave those outlaws really were. But the, if he was in their place, he would have retreated as well. He turned his horse and headed back to the herd now approaching the edge of the mountain that rose out of the ground like a giant's buried fist who was trying to free himself from his ancient tomb.

Jess rode over to Slim and said, "Well, just get them movin' out. The way is clear. No ambush. That General of yours musta scared um off. Now the Indians, I haven't a clue there, but I'm sure your General is aware of them, too. Maybe he split his troops to take care of both problems. I didn't back track enough to read the whole story."

As they reached the base of the mountain, a lone rider approached them, coming down the mountain. It amazed them, it was Alex.

When Alex joined them he told them all about his uncle's plan. First, the only Indians involved were the General's personal scouts, just setting up a reason for the cavalry to be in the area. Alex was sent up the mountain to join one of the scouts to watch the whole mission develop and how well it worked. He was told to wait to tell Slim they were in the clear to travel on.

Both Jess and Slim showed their pleasure in being able to finally relax. The fact that no men got killed or hurt was more than they could have hoped for. "You don't reckon they'll try to catch up with us before we get to Jefferson City do you?" Slim asked Alex.

Jess took this one. "I doubt it. That gang was high tailin' it fast and I'm sure they've scattered for a while. We'll be in Jefferson before they can regroup.

"I hope you're right, Jess."

"I'm sure. We're small potatoes, now. They probably already have a bank robbery, stage or train robbery on their minds."

"Jess." Slim said with concern showing on his face again. "What are you going to say if you run into one of these varmints? They seem to find you even when they're not looking for you."

"I reckon I'll just tell um I was there, where were they?"

"You don't think they'll think they were set up, do you?"

"From what Alex says, I think his uncle planned this perfectly. They wouldn't think it was any more than pure bad luck. Come on, Pard. We got a herd to deliver. Let's head um up 'n move um out and pick up some of our lost time. I'm yearnin' to git back home."

"Jess! Don't tell me you're tired of the trail, already. I'm beginning to think you just might have some roots starting to stick."

"Yeah, me too, Slim, me too. Sky looks clear. Let's git movin'."

"And no more stops along the way for a beer for you, my friend." Slim joked with Jess.

"Nope. I'll save up my thirst for Jefferson City. I promise the next time I get me in trouble, I'll keep just me in it. All this deception gits too complicated. Hard to remember which lies you told to who."

They headed up the herd and moved them out and on to the direction to Jefferson City. The rest of the trip was as easy as it had began. The weather cooperated, the cattle cooperated, except for one night one of the cows gave birth. That baby got to ride the rest of the way in the saddle with one or another of the cowboys while mom followed close by.

Chapter 22

When they arrived at Murdock's ranch, they were greeted warmly and Murdock took care of paying the commission to the drovers. He invited Slim, Alex and Jess to spend a day or two to rest up before heading for home. He and Slim had to go to the bank in the morning to finish up the deal, so they were forced to stay at least one night.

True to his word, Jess held his thirst until he got to Jefferson City. But they had no need to go celebrate at the local bar. Murdock had a well stocked bar, and they sat around at the ranch house that night telling Murdock about the drive.

The next morning Slim and Murdock went to town and the bank to settle up the payment for the cattle. Alex and Jess took the buckboard to town and bought supplies for the trip back home.

While in the mercantile they ran into Morgan. They tried to convince him to ride back to Wyoming with them. But Morgan already had another job waiting for him. He told them he would miss them, but not the intrigue that followed them on that last drive. They all wished each other a safe journey and Morgan reminded Jess to stay clear of that small town he discovered. Jess agreed, he had no intention of going within a hundred miles of that town. But he was going to tell the Marshal back in Laramie about it and the lawless bunch that "owned" the town and was used as a hide out for anyone in need to stay clear of the law.

The next morning, Alex, Slim and Jess readied their horses for the ride home. They planned to leave after the noon meal that Murdock so graciously offered them.

After they finished eating, they saddled up and headed for home.

But that's another story.........

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