Back in town

"We can't start out right away," Virgil said to his brother. "It will be too dark to see a good trail so first thing in the morning we will light out."

"I've already packed the weapons, all we have to do is saddle up." The younger brother said.

There was a knock on the door. "Telegram for you Deputy."

Virgil opened the door slowly looked at the young man; thanked him for the message and closed the door.

"What does it say Virg?"

"It's from Bret," Virgil said. "Just like we thought, he couldn't stay out of trouble but he said here in code that they are about a half day's ride from here.

The younger brother smiled and said, "Good, then it won't be all that hard to find these cow-boys and take them."

The brothers checked over their horses and pack-mule, they had provisions to last a week or more if needed.

"You have that Wells-Fargo shotgun?" Virgil asked his brother.

"Yep, and my Winchester, I just hope Bret doesn't hog all the bastards for himself."