Wolves' Hollow Murders

Contents

Acknowledgments

Part 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Part 2

Prologue

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Acknowledgments

Thanks to Jill Nicklos, Sandra Reeves, Barbara Schroeder, and Efren Sifuentes for reading and helping to edit my stories. Special thanks to Miles Athey, who mentored my start to writing. Information about the Oregon Trail was obtained primarily from Wikipedia and Rand McNally state roadmaps.

Part 1

Chapter 1

The Beginnings

Levi was tired of war, tired of sitting his horse, and had been in the same worn-out, smelly clothes for over a month. He hadn’t shaved in over a week, but expected to get a haircut from his mother, and his father would let him borrow a straight razor. As he rode the final quarter-mile to his home, he began thinking of what to say to greet his mother, father, and sister. The horrors of killing had been the normal for so long he wasn’t sure how to react to his family. He had to avoid telling them of the carnage he had seen.

Whoa, Bravo. Captain Levi Collins had arrived at his parents’ farm outside Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania from Virginia. It had been just two months since the Civil War had ended, but Levi had been gone for almost three years. Levi gave the familiar farm buildings a once-over and dismounted in front of his two-story home. He slapped his hat on his pants, knocking off some of the road dust, tied the reins to a column, and walked across the porch to the farmhouse door he had known since a child. But something was not the same, or was it that he had been gone for so long he had just forgotten things? It was late afternoon—was it the sun’s rich yellow light? He didn’t notice anything very different, except the flowers in the porch planters were red and yellow. His mother had always put blue and white flowers in the planters. Hat in hand, he knocked, expecting to see his mom or sister, Helen, at the door to greet him.

The door swung open, and a stranger was standing in front of him. Can I help a you? he said with a strong accent. Levi was taken by surprise. Who is this guy?

I’m Levi Collins. My parents and my sister live here.

No more. We bought from Miss Helen. Your sister maybe?

When did you buy the property?

Almost year ago. Miss Helen move to city. She get married. I give you address. The man said something unintelligible to someone behind him, turned back to Levi and handed him a piece of paper with an address written on it. Levi looked closely and recognized Helen’s writing.

Levi thanked the man, climbed back on Bravo, and rode down the lane toward the city. He had expected things to have changed while he was away, but losing the farm had never been in his thoughts. Levi thought it was a little peculiar that the man hadn’t mentioned one word about his parents, only Helen.

The address had been easy to find; he had ridden through that part of Pittsburgh with his father years ago. His father wanted Levi to see what money could buy, and the young man had been impressed with the upscale residential neighborhood. Levi wondered who Helen had married. Whoever the man was, Levi was sure they had never met. He tied his horse to a metal ring on a stone column and made his way to the door. The door opened after the first knock. Helen threw her arms around her brother and said, Levi! It’s so good to see you! I didn’t know if you were coming back. We lost track of you about the time Mom and Dad passed away.

It’s good to see you, Helen. You look great! Did you say Mom and Dad are gone?

Yes, a year ago last December. They’re buried at Quiet Meadows Cemetery. Dad got sick first and then Mom. They didn’t make it through the winter. It was so cold that winter; they couldn’t keep up the farm. After they were buried, I hired a man to help, but I couldn’t run the farm. I don’t know how Mom and Dad did it all those years. Frank asked me to marry him, so I had him sell the farm in your name and moved into town. Frank bought this house when I told him I would marry him. You’ll like Frank; he’s about your age. He’s a banker and real smart—like you, she smiled.

Did you get a good amount for the farm?

Not really. It was hard to sell a farm during the war. People were afraid to spend much money, not knowing what the outcome of the war would be. I had Frank put half the money in an account under your name at Frank’s bank. It’s at Three Rivers Bank on Franklin and First, downtown. Oh, I’m so glad you’re alive and back. I saw you dismount—I couldn’t get the door open fast enough! You’ll stay with us for a while, won’t you?

I—I guess so—for a while. I’ll look for a job and help with costs. I’m not sure what I will be doing, but I’ve been thinking about going out west, maybe farming. There’s some rich farmland out in Oregon. Say, what is your name now?

Wisdom. Frank’s dad is a big-wig in business—Boston and New York, Frank Wisdom, Senior.

My God, Helen! He’s a powerful man—knows people in Washington. I’ve seen his name in the newspapers in Virginia and New York.

Well, my Frank wants to do things his way; he doesn’t want his dad butting in.

Levi was pleased Helen was happy with her marriage, and she had become prettier than ever. Her auburn hair was in curls, and she wore a beautiful dress instead of a shirt and work pants. Her life would be simpler now; she would be part of the social world of a big city. She wouldn’t be worn to a frazzle by carrying out farm chores.

Thirty-year-old Levi stayed with Helen and her husband from June through the winter of 1865. Levi worked for a blacksmith, as a carpenter building sheds and outbuildings, and as a surveyor, but the jobs were only temporary. The activities of war had fueled Levi’s desire to do something more exciting. Levi didn’t fear the unknown; he relished confronting and conquering new challenges.

Frank Wisdom was two years younger than Levi but had all the answers. He was egotistical and grated on Levi’s sense of calm and thoughtfulness. Frank had never been in the military, but he knew all about it. The two men didn’t get along very well, and Levi recognized that his days with the Wisdoms were numbered. Levi spent few evenings at the Wisdom residence, partly to avoid arguments and partly because he was looking for reliable men possessing similar itches to move on to less regimented surroundings. However, playing cards and drinking were not getting him any closer to what he desired. The men he met had grand aspirations but little desire to leave the East. They talked big but were afraid to leave the status quo. Their network of friends facilitated a sense of entitlement and fostered shady business practices. Being scalped by Indians was not a pleasant thought, but boasters couldn’t have it both ways. The true western travelers had to take some risks to obtain rewards.

Newspaper stories of the developments in the West had captured Levi’s interest, and in January, 1866, he began planning to ride to western Missouri, join a wagon train, and settle in the far west, ending his journey in either Oregon or California. Helen and Levi had a tearful goodbye the first week of February. Levi disliked saying goodbyes and had a lump in his throat, making it difficult to talk. Helen had shed a substantial number of tears. After missing the counsel of her brother for three years, Helen was afraid she might never see Levi again, but was seven-months pregnant, and emotional.

I’ll write you about the baby. We haven’t picked any names yet. I’ll send the letter to general delivery, St. Louis.

Okay, Sis. Take care of yourself; get lots of rest and good food. I’ll write and let you know where I’m going—if I know. By the way, you did a good thing when you sold the farm.

Levi swung his five-eleven muscular frame into the saddle on Bravo, waved his black Stetson to Helen and Frank, and led his pack animal, a strong second riding mount, down the cobblestone street toward the cloudy western sky. Captain Levi Collins had calculated the trip from Pittsburgh to Independence would take about two months, covering 14 to 15 miles per day in the foul winter weather.

After a boring week of careful riding across the snowy landscape, Levi stopped in Breton, a small town in Ohio. He lived and worked in a livery stable for a week before moving on. Two days of blizzard conditions had forced him to stay longer than he had originally planned. As Levi rode farther west over rough torn-up trails, he encountered a few emigrants, sometimes families in oxen-drawn wagons and others on horseback. The travelers moving west realized the requirements of travel beyond Missouri and wanted to make the journey through Nebraska and Wyoming during warm weather. The known trails followed the streams and rivers to provide water and grass for the animals.

As winter turned to spring, the warmer weather made traveling easier for men, their horses, and draft animals. Grasses seemed to be escaping from the melting snow, and the trails began to dry out making them easier to traverse. By the end of March, Captain Collins had passed through Ohio and Indiana and had stopped, mid-afternoon, in a small town in Illinois called Periwinkle. He had covered slightly over 500 miles since leaving Pittsburgh. He tied his horses to a post outside the town barber shop, which was across the street from the local saloon. Levi watched closely as three men dismounted and entered the watering hole. I wonder if those men are who I think they are. I’ll see after I get cleaned up.

Levi went in the barber shop and asked the barber, How much for a shave, haircut, and a bath?

The bespectacled, balding barber didn’t look up from the man he was shaving. Four bits. Take a load off. It’ll be ten minutes before I kin git the bath water heatened up. Sit ’n read the local paper, if ya kin read.

Levi sat down, picked up The Periwinkle Ledger, a weekly, and began to read about Indian attacks in the Montana and Wyoming Territories. The attacks had occurred the year before in September. The story was written as if the raids had happened in the last few weeks. He began to think he should join a wagon train or at least ride with some men he could depend on in tight situations. The men he thought he recognized earlier just might fit the bill. Following the scrub and razor, Levi headed across the street. The three riders’ horses were still tied up outside the What Ales Saloon. Levi stepped inside and closed the door quietly, looking for the three men. They were standing at the bar with their backs to Levi. He moved to the side and worked around a couple of tables of card players so he could see the faces of the three horsemen. Sure enough, the three men were the Jeffers brothers from Ohio.

Levi pulled the brim of his hat down and edged next to the closest and smallest of the trio. You gray-bellies lookin’ for a fight?

Tom Jeffers turned slowly toward the voice and said, Who the hell are you calling us gray-bellies. James and Ron Jeffers stepped back from the bar, dropped their hands to their side arms, and looked at Levi. Tom recognized Levi first and winked. We’d better go outside, mister. Don’t want no bystanders to get hurt.

Levi took off his Stetson, smiled, and looked at each man. Tom said, Captain! How the hell are ya? You fooled me for a bit, but I recognized that scar on your cheek hiding under your hat.

Good to see you boys. Levi shook hands with each of the brothers. God! You’ve grown since I last saw you, James. It’s been only nine months.

Yes, sir. Two inch and ’bout 20 pounds.

Ron, you about the same?

Yes, Captain. Don’t want to burden my horse any, he grinned.

Each of the brothers was slightly taller than Captain Collins in stair-step fashion. Tom, the eldest, was an inch taller than Levi. Ron was an inch taller than Tom and James was the tallest and youngest of the three brothers.

Tom said, We’re headin’ west, Captain. Got an itch to see some action and maybe strike it rich. Thought we’d go to Colorado—maybe on to California. Got any plans?

Same as you boys; home is too tame for my likes. You know, there’s more safety in numbers—could I join up with you? I was reading in the barber shop about some Indian skirmishes. Indians choose their prey when they have distinct advantages of numbers. We should probably ride with some wagons—a lot more firepower.

Ron spoke up, That’s about what we were thinkin’, Captain. Should find a group ready to head across Nebraska ’bout the time we git to Independence. We thought about goin’ by rail, but it’s too costly for the three of us and nine horses—besides, the railroad don’t go all the way.

Tom added, We’d be proud to have you join us, Captain. We’re heading out in the mornin’—’bout six o’clock. You have two pack horses? That’s what they say we need.

I’ll pick up another horse or a mule on the trail—haven’t needed another pack animal yet. See you boys in the mornin’. I need to get some eats and sleep. Levi took his horses to the livery and went to a rooming house next door, had a steak dinner and went to bed. He got up at 5:00 a.m. After some bacon, flapjacks, and coffee, Levi went to the livery. The Jeffers were saddling their mounts and settling up with the liveryman when Levi arrived. Five minutes later the four men were riding toward St. Louis.

Chapter 2

Tucker

Four days later, Collins and the Jeffers boys rode into St. Louis. While the Jeffers relaxed at the Flour Barrel Saloon, Levi found the post office.

He had to stand in line about five minutes in front of the general delivery cage to see if Helen had written. The clerk searched through a small stack of letters and handed Levi an envelope. Levi tore the envelope open and read that Helen had a son named Frank Levi Wisdom. The baby was healthy, as was Helen. She made no mention of her husband. She hoped Levi was not sick or injured and wanted to hear from him directly before he was on the trail and no postal service was available. Helen had written a post script that a friend of hers, Harriet Blodget, had remarked that her uncle had found gold about a hundred miles northeast of Fort Boise. Only a few people knew of the discovery, so Levi was to keep it under wraps.

Levi sat down at a writing table and wrote to Helen, telling her of his trip, meeting the Jeffers, and thanking her for the news about a place near Fort Boise. Levi said he would write again when the opportunity presented itself. He addressed the envelope, attached a three-cent stamp, and dropped his letter in the outgoing mail slot. Levi folded Helen’s letter and stuck it in his pocket.

The next day, the four men began the trip to Independence. Levi had estimated it would take them about two weeks to cross Missouri. They camped along streams and rivers, occasionally with other travelers moving west. Many people they met had wagons pulled by oxen and, at most, traversed 15 to 20 miles per day. Eight days into the trip, the men stopped at a small town, Elbow Bend, to replenish their supplies. As they passed a corral, Levi noticed a gelding with similar markings as Bravo, but at least a hand taller. The Jeffers went on to a general store while Levi examined the horse that had caught his eye. Levi bought the horse, a blanket, and a used saddle.

After the men had restocked their supplies, they rode slowly to the western edge of the settlement, forded the Bends River and set a pace to make up for the time lost in town. Toward evening, they stopped near a stream where there were trees for shelter and good grass for the animals. Levi set out on foot to gather some wood for a fire when he heard some whimpering from behind some shrubs and small trees. He drew his gun, crouched, and slowly worked his way around the thicket and peered over the foliage where it was thinnest. At first, he thought it was a wolf, perhaps caught in a trap, but as he stepped over some of the shrubs to get a closer look, Levi saw that it was a dog, covered with mud and dirt. Apparently, the animal had been struck and thought to be dead, and was accidently buried alive. The dog had crawled from its shallow grave. Whoever buried the animal probably couldn’t dig very deeply in the semi-frozen earth. There was no telling how long the dog had been in the undergrowth. Levi estimated a couple of weeks, maybe longer; the dog’s ribs showed through his matted fur. The animal was extremely weak, but Levi recognized bravery and gumption when he saw it.

Stay here, boy. I’ll be back.

Levi holstered his gun, picked up the pile of firewood he had collected, and returned to the camp site. He started a campfire, grabbed the blanket from behind his saddle, his canteen, a tin cup, and told the Jeffers he would be back shortly. They should go ahead with supper without him. Levi kicked a path through the shrubs and underbrush to the dog. The dog mustered the strength to lift his head and look at Levi as he knelt next to the animal. After filling his cup with water, he offered the dog a drink, but the animal was having difficulty lapping the water. Levi picked the animal up after wrapping it with his blanket. The dog was able to drink about half the water. Levi filled the cup to the brim a second time and the dog continued lapping up the liquid. Levi realized, under all the matted fur and dried mud, the animal was an Irish setter, a good bird dog.

Levi washed the dog’s head and paws with the last of the water in his canteen. When the water was exhausted, Levi picked the animal up in his blanket and carried it back to camp, about 50 yards away.

Tom said, Whatcha got there, Captain? Somethin’ to eat?

Hardly…it’s a dog, a bird dog. Somebody left it, thinking it was dead.

Tom went over and looked at the dog. Pretty bad shape. Maybe you should shoot it—put it out of its misery. It might be the best thing to do.

I’ll shoot whoever shoots this dog. Levi looked at each of the Jeffers and they understood Levi wasn’t fooling. You boys tired of buffalo? Well, it won’t be long and we’ll have some quail and prairie chicken, soon as the dog has healed. Levi prepared a place to sleep and laid the dog on the ground next to his saddle. As the men ate, Levi cut some buffalo meat into small pieces for the dog. The dog hardly chewed the meat, just swallowed the pieces, drank some more water, and went to sleep.

Ron said, Captain, what ya gunna call the dog?

Levi thought for a minute, smiled, and answered, Tucker. I figure the dog’s all tuckered out. The Jeffers laughed.

As the sun dropped behind the hills, Levi gathered more wood and built up the fire so he could see more clearly. He took a coil of rope and began making a carrier that he could hang on one side of his pack horse. He planned to put Tucker in the blanket and let his horse carry the dog and some of his supplies. The rest of his supplies would go on the gelding.

When the men woke up, they noticed Tucker had crawled next to Levi during the night. As they ate, Tucker got up on all fours for a minute, but was pretty shaky, so he lay back down on the blanket. Levi gave Tucker part of a biscuit, some water, and a piece of buffalo meat. The men were eating bacon and James gave Tucker a small piece, but the men didn’t want to overdo the feeding and cause the dog to vomit. The Jeffers cleaned up the campsite and got ready to move out while Levi adjusted the load on his pack horse so Tucker could be carried on one side in the sling-like carrier he had fashioned from the rope and blanket. Before the dog was placed on the back of the horse, Levi took Tucker, wrapped in a blanket, and had the pack horse get accustomed to the dog’s smell. The pack horse accepted the dog riding on its back without incident.

After four hours on the trail, the men stopped to make coffee and munch on some biscuits Tom had made the night before. Levi untied the carrier and lowered Tucker to the ground. The dog surprised the men, especially Levi, by walking around the fire sniffing each of the men. The food and rest had energized Tucker, but the dog was still a bit shaky. The men watched the dog go to the stream and drink, then return to Levi. Levi gave Tucker some dried buffalo, a piece of biscuit and watched as Tucker relieved himself on a small tree.

Ron commented, Looks like the plumbing works, Captain.

Levi answered, Yep. Say, you men can call me Levi. I’m not the leader of this group; we should all have equal say. Besides, somebody might get the wrong idea and think we are deserters or something. So, no more Captain. All right?

The Jeffers nodded. James smiled and said, But if we git ’n a fight, you’re Captain Collins.

Levi laughed. Well, in that case, all right. Shall we get out of here?

Two days later, the four men, twelve horses, and a dog, arrived in Independence, Missouri, a bustling town catering to people getting ready to cross the Missouri River into Kansas and start west across Nebraska. Most all the business was centered on outfitting wagon trains for the trip through the plains. The four men split up and walked around the business district. Tom was to get some maps, and Levi checked the corral area on the western edge of town, while James and Ron got cleaned up and found a boarding house to stay overnight. They all wanted to relax and get a good night’s sleep.

Levi discovered a wagon train was leaving the next day and would be ferried across the river from three locations. He talked with the wagon master and made arrangements to join the wagons on the other side of the Missouri in a couple of days.

The four men got back together at the Buffalo Hide Saloon for dinner. Following a big dinner and several drinks, they went to their rooms to get some sleep. Levi carried Tucker into the boarding house in a blanket to conceal how dirty the dog was. Levi had wanted to wash the dog in a stream along the way, but thought the water was too cold for the weakened dog. When Maude, the lady that ran the boarding house, saw the dog, she stopped Levi just as he was about to go upstairs to his room.

Hey mister, what have you got there?

My dog, ma’am. He got hurt on the trail—needs a warm bath if I can get some water and soap.

I don’t want that dirty animal in one of my rooms unless you pay double. I’ll have extra cleanup tomorrow.

Have a bathtub here? I’ll pay extra. If you don’t have a bath, I’ll get a refund for the room and find a livery to stay at. The dog has to stay with me.

The bath ain’t for animals, but if you clean up, I’ll charge you four bits. I’ll get you some water from the fire in the kitchen. The tub’s down the hall—last door on the right. It ain’t locked.

Thank you ma’am. You’ll never know the dog was there. I promise.

Levi carried Tucker into the bathing room and noticed a valve to open to run water into the large wooden tub. He let some water trickle out of the pipe on his hand to see how cold it was. Levi was assuming the water was from rain collected on the roof. He would have to wait for Maude to bring some hot water to warm up the rainwater. There was a tap on the door and Maude entered carrying two wooden buckets of steaming water. Levi took one of the buckets and poured it into the tub. Maude opened the valve on the water pipe and added several gallons of rain water with what Levi had put in the tub. Maude tested the temperature of the water and poured half of the other bucket of hot water in the tub.

That otta do it mister. How’d the dog get so filthy?

He was buried alive.

My oh my! Who would do such a thing? They should be shot.

That’s my thinking, too. Well, thank you for the water. Here’s four bits. Levi held out his hand with a 50-cent-piece for Maude.

Maude waved her hand at Levi and said, It’s on the house. The bath is a present for that poor critter. What’s his name?

Tucker, ma’am. That’s very kind of you.

Yer welcome. I want to see what the dog looks like when he’s all cleaned up. I like surprises. Maude smiled and shuffled down the hall to the lobby talking to herself.

Levi put Tucker in the water and expected the dog to try to get out of the tub, but Tucker sat down in the water and looked at Levi.

So you like the water. Okay, I’m going to get you all wet now, and then I’ll add some soap and scrub you good. I bet you won’t like the soap.

Levi used the empty bucket and poured bath water over Tucker, tossed a bar of soap in the water and started scrubbing the filth from the dog. Tucker seemed to enjoy the bath, liking all the attention and the warm water. Levi could see the reddish-brown coat of the Irish setter as the mud was washed away. Levi drained the dirty water from the tub and rinsed Tucker in some lukewarm water. As the rinse water drained away, Tucker started to shake his body, but Levi covered the dog with the blanket just in time to keep from getting sprayed. After drying Tucker with the blanket, Levi used a scrub brush to comb Tucker’s coat, amazed at the transformation that had taken place. After taking Tucker to his room, Levi returned to the bath and tidied up. He had followed through with his promise to Maude.

Chapter 3

A Place to Bed Down

Twenty-eight wagons had assembled to begin the trek across Nebraska. There were about ninety people, including a few children, but mostly adults looking for a new start in Oregon or California. Few of the travelers exhibited any lust for gold, but most of the men probably had the thought secreted behind farming as their chief reason for emigrating west. Less than 20 of the pioneers were women, and nearly all were married. The leader of the wagon train was Major Joseph Langley, a swarthy man of about 50 years. He sported a thick gray-black mustache, was over six feet tall, and about thirty pounds overweight. He possessed a booming raspy voice. When he spoke, everyone listened.

The major rode up to three of the wagons, said something to the drivers, and started riding slowly to the west. The three wagons fell in behind Langley, single file, and the journey began. The remaining wagons and riders on horseback followed the leaders. Levi and the Jeffers sat watching the spectacle unfold, the covered wagons stretched out in single file for a quarter of a mile.

What’re you thinkin’, Levi? asked Tom.

Better give me a few days. This is just the beginning. Let’s watch and learn. Be observant for what we think are mistakes, but we’re new at this, so talk it over before we go to the old man. There might be a reason for what they’re doing. I’m going to ride along with some of the wagons and get to know the people—see who we can depend on in a pinch.

Good idea. We’ll do the same.

The four men split up and rode to different parts of the string of wagons. Each man settled in beside a wagon and rode along in silence. Tom was focused on a woman driving one of the wagons. She was a nice looking blond and glanced over at Tom and smiled. Tom returned the smile, but when the man beside her looked suspiciously at Tom, Tom’s smile quickly faded. In all probability, the man and woman were husband and wife.

Tom tipped his hat and said, Tom Jeffers.

The man replied, Nathan and Annabel Cabot. We’re headed to Oregon, got some fruit trees to plant—cherries and peaches. We think they’ll grow nicely along the Columbia, near the mountains.

Don’t know much ’bout growin’, just diggin’ wells and mines, Tom replied. Hope you and your wife are successful. Tom kneed his horse and moved ahead to the next wagon.

Levi had started meeting people in the same manner as Tom, but now Levi was riding at a greater distance from the wagons and the noise level would have made conversation impossible. Levi was observing the wagon train as if he were an architect investigating a large building for strengths and weaknesses, intending to remodel it. He was portraying the enemy, sizing up the opposing army, deciding where to attack. He made mental notes for nearly an hour, riding slowly from the front of the procession to the rear, and then slowly rode toward the lead wagon where Tom was riding with James.

Tom and James were discussing the women they had met as they investigated the qualities of the pioneers in the wagons.

Any good lookers? asked James.

Tom answered immediately, The Cabot woman, ’bout halfway back—first name’s Annabel—married to Nathan. Some men are just lucky, I reckon. You see any?

Just one, and get this, she’s not hitched. I wouldn’t mind chasing her ’round a wagon a few times—name’s Priscilla Bolton. She’s with her brother and an uncle. I forget their names—was concentratin’ on the woman. They’re nearly at the end of the line—kind of dusty back there. They might have to move up closer to the lead wagons. I was thinkin’ maybe the wagons ought to be movin’ side by side—those followin’ would eat less dust. Maybe the Major has already thought of that.

Levi commented, Sounds like you two are looking to get married.

Tom replied, Not directly. Got to have somethin’ of value to provide for a woman and family.

Yah, like gold, James grinned.

Tom stated, Well, maybe some land—a good farm or ranch for wheat and livestock.

Levi had been thinking about the letter Helen had sent. There was that provocative comment about gold not far from Fort Boise.