Meanwhile, everywhere else… Big Mac & Larry met up with Boomer Jack and Randolph Kidd, and although Kidd was more than a little unhappy to work with Mac & Larry—he agreed after it was pointed-out to him that the alternative was to be tried for murder.
Blackmon and Company happened across a train station in Valentine, Nebraska and booked passage for them and their horses for Wichita.
Loyalists for both the Longbottom and Smith factions began to arrive near Wichita.
Season VI—Chapter 9—Range War, Episode 1:
Wichita, Kansas…Sadie Beteenus had no problem selecting a horse—the horse selected her. As she walked by the corral, a dark brown gelding became quite animated and began to whinny and refused to stop until she walked over to him. He stared directly into her eyes and she imagined, as if to say, “Please, get me out of here.”
“And who might you be?” She asked aloud.
“I have no name; call me ‘Horse’ for now,” she imagined this—or did she?
“You kin have that nag fer five bucks; he’s pretty nasty, though,” Cyrus Simplus, the stable owner hated that horse and probably would have paid Beteenus to take him off his hands.
In the weeks that followed, although she tried everywhere, Sadie couldn’t find anyone to hire her—she figured, rightly, that for most jobs, women need not apply.
She was riding by the Town Marshal’s Office when she was startled by, “I know who you are, Sadie, who you really are.”
She looked towards the voice—it was Deputy Town Marshal Wyatt Earp—what COULD he possibly know?
Elsewhere in Wichita, Kansas…Susie and Company led their horses off the train platform and walked into town. The streets were quiet—too quiet, “Strange, I heard Wichita never sleeps during cattle-drive season. Sarah, Jay? Please see to the horses while we see if there’s any rooms available.”
Both the Coopers were apprehensive about this stable as soon as they met Cyrus Simplus.
A West Virginian has a way of communicating, the relaxed body, the soft drawl, the smiling face, and the eyes—during the entire conversation Jay’s eyes never wavered from the stable owner’s eyes, “These horses and that mule have carried us all the way from Dakota. They’re wanting the best of care and I’m sure they’ll get that?”
Simplus’ quickly noted how the Coopers carried their Colts, and the implication left unsaid, “Yassir, they—they’ll git th’ best care.”
“I kinda reckoned so.”
As the others walked past the Marshal’s Office, they saw Earp talking with a young cowboy. He looked up as they passed—Chris was absolutely sure he gave her a quick wink.
She was right.
To be Continued…