By William W. Johnstone
During this sixteenth name of Johnstone's Eagle sequence, Falcon McCallister reveals himself drawn into the tensions among displaced Northern Cheyenne and the settlers massacred through them. unique.
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Falcon asked. Again, the bartender said nothing, but he answered in the affirmative with a slight nod of his head. “Thanks,” Falcon said. He finished the drink then looked toward the flight of wooden stairs that led upstairs to an enclosed loft. “You go after him,” Cody said. ” Falcon pulled his gun as he started up the stairs. The five in the back, seeing that, stood up as one, pulling their pistols as they did so. ” Cody called, pointing his gun at the five. ” one of the five men shouted, and they turned toward Cody.
What do you mean, not yet? ” “We’re goin’ to tell him,” Davis said. ” “Took care of the problem? ” When Don and Al left the Mountain Saloon, they were so excited by their discovery that they didn’t notice the two men following them. Their only thought was to get back to the creek where they had first made their discovery, and start panning again. It took two hours of riding before they returned to the spot where they had discovered gold, and within a few moments after they started panning, they were bringing up more color.
Looking toward the visitor, they saw that he was wearing a cap with a shield stating that he was an employee of Western Union. “Yes, I am Bill Cody,” Cody said. The young man smiled. “I know you, Buffalo Bill. I would recognize you anywhere,” he said. ” “It is an exhibition, my good man,” Cody said. “It is not a show. ” “Yes, sir, well, it’s real all right. ” Cody took the telegram, and tipped the young man a dollar. ” the young man said, his smile growing even broader at the large tip. Cody opened the telegram and took a moment to read it.