About four hours after we boarded the train in Pueblo, we rolled into Las Vegas. It was just after 6:00 p.m. We split up, each of us leaving the train from a different exit. Five men getting off from the same car might have attracted unwanted attention. We agreed to spread out and see if we could find Bledsoe and his companions, but first, we would check into different hotels. We planned to meet in the morning and share what intelligence each of us had gathered.

Next morning, before we met for breakfast at the Harvey House restaurant near the Santa Fe depot, I took a stroll around town. I didn't figure to run into Bledsoe or any of his companions so early in the morning. As I walked around Nuestra Senora de los Dolores de Las Vegas Grandes (the original Spanish name for Las Vegas), I could se...

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