"I did," said John Dawson. "But I thought I'd drift back for the Cross T round-up. On my way south I stopped at Golden Bar."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I was looking for a gent name of Tuckleton. I saw where he was buried."
"I guess you heard something while you were there, huh?"
"I heard something in Jacksboro, too. That's why I followed you. Let's go where we can talk private."
On a log, in the darkness, behind the dance hall, they sat down to talk "private."
"What did you hear in Jacksboro?" Billy asked.
"I heard a posse talk—six men. I met 'em over on Coldstream Creek three-four times."
Billy uttered a light laugh. "I figured it would be that way."
"They seemed to think you'd oughta been camping on Coldstream."