"Sanderson, Carter, an' six men are on the move with a trail herd.

They're headed straight on for Las Vegas." Silverthorn rubbed the palms of his hands together, Maison smirked, and Dale's eyes glowed with satisfaction.
Dale got up and looked at the man who had brought the information.
"All right, Morley," he said with a grin.

"Get going; we'll meet up with Sanderson at Devil's Hole.".