and a half stories high, with a broad veranda that wrapped around the front and both sides. A sad-looking cottonwood tree was trying to grow in the parched front yard.The Kimmelmann house was located in the residential hills of Dodge City and commanded a wonderful view of the country, including the main business area located below along Front Street and north of the Santa Fe Railroad tracks.

I walked through the front door and made my way to the small dining room.

"Where's Ben?" Mr. Hawes asked.

"Well, when we finished circulating the paper, he said he had some places to go." I was trying to be as circumspect as possible.

"Places to go, eh," Mr. Hawes said.

"Well, I'll wager I know where those places are," Mrs. Kimmelmann said. "Horace,...

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