He was circling toward his own wagons when he saw a group of men standing to one side. They all looked up as he drew near. Colonel Orvis Pearson, Brian Coyle, Herman Reutz, Buffalo Murphy, Barney Coyle and several others, including Clive Massey and Logan Deane. Matt pulled up, glancing over the group. Then his eyes shifted to Massey. "You might like to know," he said grimly, "I just buried Abel Bain!" Clive Massey's face darkened, and Matt saw Logan Deane lift a tobacco sack from his shirt pocket and start to build a smoke. "Youwhat ?" Massey demanded. "I trailed Abel Bain, the man who shot at me. I found him. He tried to draw. He's dead." Massey's face was a study of doubt and anger, then suddenly, his eyes changed, and he turned toward the group with a shrug. "See? This is what I meant! If such men are allowed to keep their guns there will be continual shootings, such as this!" Reutz glanced up at Bardoul. "Pearson suggests we collect all the guns and keep them in a couple of wagons, under guard.
