SEPTEMBER 7, 1861

Horse Creek Saloon
Horse Creek, Wyoming

From just outside the saloon, peering through the main window, Sheriff Lom Trevors observed the altercation going on inside. For such a little fella at 5' 5" tall Jedidiah ‘Tally’ knew how to handle himself against much larger opponents. He would duck under punches by squatting at the knees and work on the midsections of the other participants, then come up to their heads with well placed blows while using his hips for leverage to heave anyone overhead whenever they would attempt to grab him.

Lom smirked, almost enjoying the little display. However, he could see the other sheriff, Newsom, the rightful representative of the law in this town, along with his men, make their way from across the dirt street towards the saloon. Lom, in town to investigate the whereabouts of Jedidiah’s friend and Thaddeus and to look into rumors about how the town obtained it's labor for the nearby silver mine, beat a hasty retreat around the corner. Lom Trevors did that seemingly just in time, as a chair came flying through the very window that he was looking through. He waited and hid around the corner, the entrance to the alley, as Sheriff Newsom and his men broke up the fight in the saloon.

Firing his pistol in the air, and making a hole in the ceiling with that same shot, Sheriff Newsom shouted out, "You men, stop!" The combatants stopped midway through their fight as Newsom instructed his deputies to take the participants into custody, Jedidiah among those to be arrested. However, as the arrests were being made, Newsom took one of his men aside and said, "The one waiting outside, ducked around the corner." 

Newsom's man asked, "He the one the Major wanted us to take out?"

Newsom answered, "He's the one." Newsom edged closer and gave his order quietly.  "Ride him out of town. You know where to finish him." His man nodded and was about to leave, but Newsom stopped him and added, "Make sure he can be found properly." 

Newsom's man understood. "It'll be done right." Newsom nodded approvingly. His man took two deputies and exited out the back of the saloon while Jedidiah, along with the others, were being led out of the front entrance, escorted by Newsom's other deputies.

Lom Trevors observed, as Jedidiah was being led to the jail across the street, accompanied by the other saloon patrons and the deputies. It seemed as if all was going according to Trevors' and Jedidiah's plan for an intentional arrest, which was to be followed by a court hearing. However, so intent was he on observing, that Trevors didn't notice the three men who came up behind him at least not until he heard Newsom's man cock his pistol and place it behind the back of his head. "Howdy Sheriff.'" Newsom's men disarmed Trevors and walked him out through the back alley in the opposite direction, away from the jail. However, they were not alone. From the rooftop of one of the buildings near the alley, a Kiowa warrior observed, then followed.

Newsom's men rode Trevors, who was bound at the wrists to his mount, to the outskirts of town, on the route of Wyoming's Oregon Trail. One of Newsom's men was carrying, of all things, a Sioux bow and a quiver of arrows, even though he was obviously a white man. Lom Trevors knew that they were taking him out to kill him, but the strange weapon that one of them carried confirmed a suspicion he had about the intent of these men and their leader whoever he was. They stopped by a nearby stand of trees, which was actually a rare thing to see out on the Northern Great Plains. For the most part, the land was pretty much a vast sea of grass, mostly uninterrupted by any other features. 

Newsom's man ordered, "Get him down off of the horse." His accomplices did just that, walking the wrist-bound Lom Trevors to a tree and tying him to it, using not ropes, but buffalo thongs, again, a strange thing to use. Standing back, the man with the bow took aim.

Trevors shouted out, "Why the hell don't you just shoot me with your gun? God damn it!" There was no answer.

The split second that the bowman loosed his arrow, a silver bullet shattered his bow, making his aim go slightly off and changing the arrow's trajectory by a few inches. The arrow imbedded itself into Trevor's chest, but it just missed his heart. The bowman grasped his hands in pain while yelling out, "Shit!" The Masked Man and the Kiowa Warrior rode down on Trevor's would be killers.

The Masked Man leaped from his white stallion and tackled the bowman, sending both of them sprawling to the ground. They both struggled briefly and the Masked Man, having the advantage of surprise, mounted the bowman. With one well-placed blow with his right elbow and forearm, the Masked Man sent the bowman into unconsciousness. The second killer drew his Colt and took aim. Before he could squeeze the trigger, a tomahawk hatchet imbedded itself into his back. He slumped forward to the ground.  

Newsom's man, gripped by panic, had already jumped upon his horse, riding hard, back towards town. The Kiowa took out his hatchet from the back of the now dead would be killer and said, "One of them got away. I'll get him!" 

"No!" Said the Masked Man as he started cutting Trevors free. "Both Scout and Silver are played out from the ride over here and his horse is still fresh. We know where he's going.  Besides I'll need your help with this one. He's in shock."

The Kiowa helped the Masked Man place Trevors on his horse, actually leaving the arrow in, as they knew that it acted as a cork of sorts. To pull it out now, without the things they would need to treat him, would result in Trevors dying from a loss of blood.  They also took the bowman, who was unconscious, and placed him on his horse. Then, the Masked Man and the Kiowa Warrior, with both a patient and a captive in tow, rode off in the direction of Fort Laramie, away from the town.