Eyes darted up and down the street as he scanned for anyone scrutinizing him as if he didn’t belong. He pulled the Stetson forward on his forehead, trying to hide his identity. Leaving Pierre had been tricky. Not only did he have to hide in the worst smelling spots imaginable, he had to walk around dressed like an every-day cowboy. Luckily, he fit well with the rest of the town. It didn’t take him long before he escaped that town and hurried as fast as he could to the next…and the next…and the next. He couldn’t remember all the names of the towns he passed through, but he’d been holed at Elm Springs for two days waiting to hear from his contact in Charleston. As soon as he received the telegraph, he’d leave on the next train out of this god-forsaken hole. He didn’t dare get his hopes up, only because lately nothing had been going according to his plans. Irritation grew inside him like a weed. This was unacceptable! Luther always got his way. He always made it happen. After all, he hadn’t become powerful by sitting by and waiting for others.
