Chapter Six

Almost two weeks passed since our return from Battles Gap. I tried to put the tragedy out of my mind, but I was plagued with nightmares. The image of Sarah Bledsoe lying dead on that blood-soaked table with a gaping hole in her neck was especially horrifying for me. It still is as I write this.

In keeping with the law, I had to give a statement to Bat Masterson, who was still sheriff of Ford County. There would be a coroner's inquest and a hearing before a judge. Mr. Hawes had sent a telegram to my mother, and she responded that she would take the train to Dodge City in about a week.

"No need to worry," Bat had told me. "Wyatt and Bill will vouch for you, and you have two reputable witnesses who will explain what happened."

None of that help...

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