He is Scott Davis, once a guard on the Deadwood coach, and he carries a gun with twenty notches on the stock, each representing the death of a road-agent or other outlaw.
"The expedition left Cheyenne some days ago and is somewhere in this section.

Strong as it is, it is doomed to defeat, for I don't care how brave and skilful those fellows are, they are no more so than the rustlers, who far outnumber them.
"However, it isn't that which concerns you and me just now, though it may do so later.

The rustlers have learned that you are out with a small party, and they are after you." Capt.

Asbury was a brave man, and he did not start on hearing this announcement, for he had been expecting it from the first; but he was prudent as well as daring, and he knew his young friend did not underestimate the danger of himself and companions.
"Have they learned anything about last night's doings ?" asked Sterry.
"That's what started me off after you in such a hurry.

My callers stayed more than two hours, and were about leaving when who should ride up but Duke Vesey, with his story of the killing of his comrade, Jack Perkins, by you and your men." "I suppose he called it a murder," remarked Capt.