When they finally left the eastern slopes, they found themselves in the broad Madison River Valley, approximately a day and a half below Three Forks. There they said good-bye to Black Otter, after expressing their appreciation for his help. “Big Hunter good friend,” Black Otter told Adam before t...
“See anything back there?” he asked. “No,” Frank replied without taking his eyes off the dark ridge, “not a thing. You think it’s a cavalry patrol or something?” They had at first thought the shots came from a member of the party who had hailed them from the edge of the pi...
the tall, somber man said as he walked into the office of U.S. Marshal John Council. Council looked up from his desk to greet his visitor. “Grayson,” he said in greeting, and closed the expense ledger he had been making entries in. “I see Rufus found you.” &nbs...