Anyway, he fell dead, and now I had time to finish off enemy number three with a head shot. I paused to swap cylinders before going any further.I was ...usy looting the bodies of the four dead men when the marshal came in. Somebody had called him, and he was making a routine visit to the scene of a saloon fight. He was kind of surprised to see four dead men and me bleeding from a wound in my side.All of the four men were strangers in town, so the marshal and I figured that they must of been a. Prior to reaching the Platte, the routes west varied considerably. We would see where other wagon trains had come through, but not in any great number.When the wagons reached the Platte, it was like they were on a natural road, going west. Almost every wagon train heading west took this route. Consequently, we saw a great deal of discarded furniture; broken down wagons; and the remains of dead animals from this point on.This morning, we saw the remains of a dead mule, and an upright piano about. ..As I expected, the Comanches ignored us completely as they concentrated on finding their missing horses. It was possible that they would seek revenge, but I doubted it—Comanches may be kind of crazy, but they are a long way from dumb! It was obvious that the war chief's medicine was shot to hell, and that had to be repaired before they dared to venture out of their main camp.We stayed on the road for just over three hours until we came to a place that was easily defended and had its own water. "That sounded good to me. In two days it was the once a month Friday night. Mark drove to the barn using direction written down on a piece of paper. I looked at him with a bit of disgust as he tried to figure out how to get there. I said something and Mark told me this friend of Frank's had been there six times already. He said there is this chick there named "Dee" who takes on any and all. Her age appeared to be something of a mystery, but Mark told me his friend assured him she was.