After weeks on the trail, Shorty slowly rode into Craig, Colorado. Thirty feet in front of him rode two murdering outlaws, rope tied to their saddles. Joe leaned from his saddle, “Cliff, what’d I tell ya? He’s brought us right into Craig. How’s that fer helpin’ a couple fellers out?” “Yeah, he’s shor got one hell of ah surprise comin’. Will it be me, you er Sheriff Bondell that gets to shoot him?” “Richard might want’a flip a coin on that.”