Outside of town, to the north, they once again picked up the trail of the three-shoed horse. “Looks to me like it doesn’t belong to the fifth man,” Travis said. “Good, so that horse is still with the rest of them,” Clint said. “Could be the following man’s horse, the fifth man,” Travis said, “but I don’t think so.” Clint was mounted, while Travis was down on one knee on the ground. “Okay, I buy it,” Clint said. “Let’s move.” Travis mounted up and they started out again. * * * When they realized they weren’t going to catch up to anyone before dark, they decided to camp. This time they were able to prepare some bacon and beans, along with Clint’s trail coffee. They sat on opposite sides of the fire to eat. “That’s some horse you got there,”
