From there he headed due south. Heading for Colorado. He thought about stopping in Denver to see his friend Talbot Roper. Maybe he could get Roper to tag along and watch his back, but he’d already sent the man a telegram. If Roper was available, he’d meet Clint at that little border town, or send him a reply. He had also sent telegrams to Bat Masterson, Bass Reeves, and a couple of friends across the border in Mexico. They all had their own lives, but if they were available, they’d be there to help him. It would be some time before he reached the Mexican border. Riding through Colorado and New Mexico, he might even think of somebody else he could ask for help. There was a man named John Locke who lived just outside Las Vegas in New Mexico. He was certainly a possibility. Looking for help from someone in Arizona or Texas would just be going too far out of his way. Don Pablo Sandoval was expecting him to arrive at a certain time, and to be more than a few days off from that would not do.
