This chapter is basically because it is unlikely Slade would have kept this info to himself.
The next day, Slade, Gunther, the Knoxes and Joe sat in the back of the church, pondering their next move.
“Shot him even though he was dead?” Gunther asked.
Slade nodded in confirmation. “Three times…in the head.”
“Makes no sense,” Gunther replied.
Knox had a low baritone voice, ominous with a touch of authority. “Army life doesn’t make much sense. Serve long enough and you see things. Things that would turn a Sunday preacher loco. Sounds like you ran into a couple of nutters.”
“But the telegram about Colorado being overrun by monsters,” Gunther said. “These fellas saying their regiment’s gone. I sent telegrams to Denver and Washington and haven’t heard a peep back yet. I’ll check again this afternoon.”
“New gang?” Knox asked. “Scum buckets throwing their wait around. Trying to make a name for themselves.”
“A gang that could overtake Colorado?” Gunther asked.
“Uxley always was full of…
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