[A Bad Spring in East Fork]

Although he was a stranger in this town, Kit apparently was not a stranger to acquiring large pieces of property through deed transfers. Having seen J. Mark at his door was a shock, especially after their last encounter. Kit had found him to have an initial reaction to strangers that, let's just say, leaves a lingering taste in your mouth that no matter how hard you try taking your tongue and rubbing your mouth and lips, it won't go away. Maybe, he thought, he was wrong about him.
Grabbing his hat, and stuffing the recently acquired deed into his vest pocket, he headed downstairs, out onto the boardwalk and straight for the Land Office. Passing the General Store, he saw the lady inside at the counter that had given him a scrowl when he first arrived in town. Kit gave her a tip of his hat, and a pleasant "Fine morning, isn't it Ma'am?" to which she merely returned the same look as before. Shrugging off her response, he continued down the rickkety boardwalk, past the bank and stopped in front of the Land Office. Before turning the door knob, he glanced back down the boardwalk and as expected, saw the lady from the General Store who had popped her head out to see what he was doing, and quickly jerking her head back into her shop!
His attempt to open the door to the Land Office failed. The door was locked. Moving to the left side of the door, cupping his hands on the now dusty window, he could barely distinguish any presence in the office itself. The inside looked dark and uninhabited with lots of paperwork strewn across numerous tables lined up like soldiers waiting for inspection. He could see what appeared to be a door leading to a back office and a shadow moving back and forth cast on the opposing wall. Returning to the door and raising his hand to tap on the glass, he was stopped by the sound of a rider coming down the street with two prisoners, hands tied to their saddle horns. As they all approached the Sheriff's Office where UB and two other men were heading down main Street, Kit caught his first glimpse of the man with the two prisoners. "Well I'll be... If it ain't Texas Jack Caulder", he mused to himself, as he nodded in recognition, too late to catch him, as he joined the others with UB.
Turning back to the door, he rapped hard on the glass, hard enough to get someone's attention, but not too hard to break the glass. There was movement from the back office area as someone approached the door.

 

 

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[A Bad Spring in East Fork]

Having only arrived in town recently, Kit left the livery heading for the Boarding House, stepping from the boardwalk onto the dusty street and then through a short cut behind the stables. As he approached the boarding house, Kit heard voices coming from an adjacent lot.
There he saw four men discussing troubles they were having with the Town Marshal. They were making threats that they would kill him on sight the next time they saw him. One of the men even suggested taking out all the lawmen in town.
Concerned for their safety, Kit continued to the boardwalk in front of the Boarding House and down the street. Catching the first stranger heading his way, he queried as to where he could find the Town Marshal. After the man pointed him out, I approached him and introduced myself.
“Marshal, if I may have a bit of your time?”, Kit said as he motioned toward a less crowded section of the street.
“What can I do for you stranger?”, the Marshal responded.
“I just came from the livery and heard four or five men making threats toward you and the other lawmen in town. One of the men had a bandage around his head.” Kit continued.
“Well I take this kind of threat seriously,” the Marshal replied. “I’ll certainly take care of it and thank you for your concern. You say they were down next to the Boarding House?”
Kit merely nodded his head in agreement.
With that, the Marshal placed a firm strong hand on Kit’s shoulder stating, “You’re a good man,” turned and headed back in the direction he had come.
Kit did likewise heading back to the Boarding House; however, instead of entering the building, he crossed the street and found a spot in an alleyway just off the boardwalk.
It wasn’t long until he spotted what appeared to be five lawmen making their way to the vacant lot directly in front of him. One of them was arguing with the Marshal, but eventually the one gave way to the other four as they approached the lot.
The four lawmen were now facing six cowboys.
I heard the Marshal state, "Throw up your hands; I have come to disarm you!"
Three of the Cowboys took off almost immediately. That was when I saw one of the cowboys start to draw his six-shooter and my instincts kicked in as I drew and fired in his direction. Although I missed, I believe I caused him to miss his intended target.
Shooting continued and there was black powder smoke everywhere and as quickly as it started, it had ended.

Suddenly, the one that had used the scatter gun turned around and looked in my direction. I froze, as he bent over picking up the shotgun and began to approach me. 

"I heard what you did there stranger" he said in between bouts of coughing. "I'm much obliged for saving my best friend."

With that he held his shotgun with extended arms in a sign of thanks and gestured for me to take it. "It's yours to remember this day."

"That I will do, Sir," Kit replied.

The man then tipped his hat, smiled, and as he turned away said, "Call me Doc."

A knock on the door to his room caused Kit to awake from his dream. "Ah, that was a good day," he whispered to himself with a smile appearing on his face.

"Be right there," he responded to the person who knocked on the door.

Kit was completely unaware of how tired he was and how long he had been sleeping, but he knew he was more rejuvenated and refreshed than he had ever been since his long journey to East Fork.

Rising out of bed, he slowly approached the door,  swinging it wide open.

His eyes grew large and his jaw dropped at the person standing in front of him. 

 

 

 

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[A Bad Spring in East Fork]

Kit took a long pause, more for effect than it was to aggravate his host, as he could see UB was chomping at the bit for details of how he had disposed of three criminals single handed. So as to not hold him in limbo any longer, Kit proceeded to delve into his story.

 

"I had followed their trail for some time until they eventually split up. A single set of tracks headed due north whilst the other tracks headed straight to Tarrant, Arizona. Being familiar with the Arizona territory, I set my sights in that direction. When I arrived in town, I found out that the Brett Black gang were causing trouble and soon a posse was formed to go after them. When they returned, it was then that I was told that one of the two men I was after had been killed by a Rye Miles. Story is that Rye shooting from horseback with his trusty 73 nailed my guy in the head while he was filling his canteen from the creek. The other man escaped, although leaving wounded after having been shot in the leg. Before leaving town, that was when Rye informed me that upon searching him, he found a telegraph message in his coat pocket from a Mr. Hammond who was seeking hired guns to assist in his protection against the citizens of Stone Creek. That was why I was headed for Stone Creek. No surprise to me, but apparently the town folk there were having their own trouble. I never made it to town as I perceived my assistance was not going to be needed. Word spread quickly though the County that they put up a grand attack on the Hammond ranch. Tales, the stuff of dime novels, were being told of the stand the citizens of Stone Creek took to rescue the hostages.
Two in particular caught my attention.
A man they call Doc had gutted a man with his dagger during the fight. His tenasity and will to take on anyone who got in the way of his immediate task was a testament to his character. The man he killed was one of those I was following."

Kit could see UBs eyes grow large as if he had seen a ghost, his mouth yearning to say something very important, yet not wanting to interrupt the story.
Kit continued.
 

"The second gentleman was some sort of preacher, I believe his name was Keller. He took out another of the men I was after as well. He used his Sharps rifle to take him out just as another was preparing to shoot at him."
 

UB couldn't contain himself any longer as he rose from his chair, let loose a huge belly laugh and loudly announced,  "Both those fellows live right here in East Fork!"
 

It was now Kit's turn to appear surprised.
 

UB continued, "They are two of the best friends I have ever had. Not only would they give you the shirt off their back, they'd defend your honor as well."
 

"I can see that, based on the stories I've heard", Kit replied. "I'd sure like to meet them and thank them for their help in taking down those two men."
 

"I'm sorry, but they both are out of town at the moment." UB responded. "Why don't you settle in and I'll come and get you when they arrive back in town."
 

"I think I'll do that Sheriff," Kit replied.
 

"Please, call me UB."
 

"Alright, UB. I saw the livery earlier while scoping out your town, so I think I'll stop by and get my horse taken care of first, then head over to the diner for a hot meal."
 

"Check in with Shorty, the blacksmith at the livery, he's a good simple, uncomplicated man. He'll do you right. Tell him I sent you."
 

"I'll do that Sheriff, I mean UB. Appreciate your attention to my situation."
 

With that, Kit stood up, shook UBs outstretched hand, put his hat back on, spun around and headed out of the Sheriff's Office.
Once outside, he grabbed Orion's reins, foot in stirrup, and glided into the saddle.
A slight pull of the reins and they were headed south to the livery.

 

 

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[A Bad Spring in East Fork]

“I've traveled a great distance to follow up on a lead I was given by a good friend and fellow Texas Ranger, Rye Miles. Ever heard of him?” Kit inquired.
UB replied “Can't say that I have, although we don't get many visitors around these here parts. Life is simple, which is how we like it. Makes my job much easier. So you're a Texas Ranger?”
“That I am”, Kit replied, almost as if he was ashamed of the title.
“You see, after my wife and son were killed two years ago, I swore I would catch the four men who did it and make them pay dearly with their lives. As a man seeking revenge, I swore I would hunt them down and kill every one of them. As a man of the cloth, my oath to GOD would never allow such vile retribution. My only hope then would be somewhere in the middle, so I joined the Texas Rangers. This way I could get the justice I sought and let God's will be done.”
“We'll I'll be danged”, UB responded with a surprised look on his face. “You're the second Texas Ranger that's arrived in town this week! Know of a John Caulder?”
Kit quickly stood up from his chair almost knocking it over and with a Cheshire grin on his face, replied, “That Old Desert Rat! Why we go back as far as Tarrant, Arizona when the Brett Black gang were causing trouble. What's he doing in town?”
“Seems he's got business just like you, tracking down another bad hombre”, UB responded. “He's hooked up with Slim Dawkins, an undercover Pinkerton detective, but let us keep that between just you and me for now. Now who is this fella you're hunting.”
Kit's face turned to scornful when he replied, “His name is Frank J. Milt, but he goes by the nickname "Flapjack". He’s as nasty as they come and would just as soon shoot you in the back then to face you squarely like a man.”

UB now sitting back in his chair, leaning precariously far enough to make one think he would merely fall on the floor, until his chair rested ever so slightly against the back wall, “So what can I do to help?”

 

“Have there been any strangers around town that you’re not familiar with?”

“There’s the Hammond bunch outside of town. Mr. Hammond seems to have a knack for hiring anyone that will do his bidding for a price.” UB replied. “You say there were four men?” he continued.

Kit settling back into his chair, taking a swig of his coffee, prepared to fill the Sheriff in on his task to date. “Yes, there were four men involved; however, only one is left to be taken care of.”

UB quickly pulled himself back into an upright position, setting his coffee cup on his desk and placing both hands flat on the table, giving Kit an inquisitive look. Kit could tell he wanted details.

 

 

[A Bad Spring in East Fork]

Kit dismounted from Orion in front of the Sheriffs’ Office, looped the reins around the saddle horn and stepped up onto the boardwalk, taking time to kick the first step with his boots to get what little mud off them as possible before heading to the Office.

The Sheriff had already made his way to the front door awaiting Kit’s arrival, greeting him with a “What brings you to East Fork, Stranger?” He had already seen Kit arrive and found it odd that instead of heading to the nearest SALOON, he casually rode the town.

“May we speak inside?” Kit replied, to which the Sheriff calmly turned around and into his office with Kit close behind, closing the door as he entered.

“My name is Kit and I may need your assistance, if you have a mind to.”

“Pleased to meet you Kit, my name is Utah Bob, Deputy U.S. Marshal and town Sheriff, but folks around here skip the title and just call me UB. Have a seat. Can I get you a cup of coffee, just brewed a fresh pot?”

 

“I’d appreciate that Sheriff,” Kit replied as he grabbed a chair slid it in front of the Sheriffs’ desk and taking his hat off, proceed to sit down.

UB moving to the pot belly stove in the corner of the room, grabbing the coffee pot and a tin cup from the shelf and while pouring coffee stated with a firm tone, “We’re not looking for any trouble here in town, Lord knows we have enough of our own troubles as it is.” Setting the coffee pot back on the stove, turning and handing the cup to Kit, UB queried him, “Now then, what can I do for you?”

 

[A Bad Spring in East Fork]

The sun was hanging high in the cloudless sky as Kit could now see the outline of East Fork off in the distance. A lone mesa jutting from the continuous, unbroken desert landscape provided a serene backdrop to the small town, its flat top and steep sides an odd sight on what had been, up to this moment, a barren lifeless trip.

The celestial orb that had been causing his brow to sweat, was also working on the once snow-covered ground, turning it to a muddy slush. He pondered how Orion must feel having eventually make his way from soft, fluffy snow to this treacherous muck.

Kit had been riding a parallel path with the Union-Pacific Railroad since first arriving in Green River City and as he neared East Fork, he could see the rails coming closer as the local Train Depot could be seen at the north end of town.

Arriving in East Fork, he took a quick tour of the town to get his bearings and acquaint himself with its offerings. There were two streets that divided the town into three sections. Railroad towns were often laid out in a T-shape, with the top portion being the street paralleling the railroad and the straight part being the town's main street. Turning south on main street, was the Land Office on his right and the Post Office on his left. Next to the Land Office was the local Bank which was across the street from the Sheriffs’ Office. This made complete sense to Kit, providing quicker law enforcement for potential bank robbers; however, he found it odd that the building was not constructed of bricks, which was the case in most towns.

The town folk appeared to be quite friendly, especially to a stranger, new to their town. Coming up on the General Store on the right, next to the bank, Kit tipped his hat to what appeared to be the proprietor of the business as she was casually sweeping the boardwalk in front. He was taken aback though when she returned his greeting with a scornful frown.

Across the street was a SALOON though a rather large building for such a small town. The typical loud chatter could be heard even from the street along with the increasing crescendo from the pounding of piano keys to some long familiar tune. As Kit approached the end of the street, there was the inevitable two-story local hotel occupying the entire corner of the block and across an adjoining street the town Church facing directly north.

Left at the end of main street, Kit could now see the small red schoolhouse that sat adjacent to the Church, and now turning north onto the second road that ran parallel to main street, was the Livery and its blacksmith, a building that appeared to house several other small businesses, including a Dress Shop and a barber shop, and finally another much smaller SALOON.

As with most towns, there were no houses to be seen in town itself, but off in the distance behind and around town instead. Kit understood all to well the reasons for this, what with dust in the summer and mud in the spring. His wife once told him that good ladies did not wish to live cheek-to-cheek with prostitutes, gamblers and drunks.

Having satisfied himself with his current surroundings, Kit headed for the Sheriff’s Office to introduce himself.

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[A Bad Spring in East Fork]

Kit was feeling weary from this long journey from Tombstone, but nearing his destination gave him a fresh jolt of anticipation. He was hoping the lead that Ranger Miles had given him after he left the town of Tarrant to join a new Ranger outfit, would come to fruition.

His thoughts went back to those good times, testing Ryes’ shooting accuracy and making him a Deputy Ranger, even though he returned the badge before leaving Tarrant.

This has not been an easy trip to make; however, the search for those who killed his family would never end until punishment was meted. Being a GOD-fearing man, he was beyond redemption now, knowing that “… with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.”

He had left Tombstone going NW following the Santa Cruz River passing through Tucson, and Phoenix, then due north to Prescott, a long 12-day ride. Orion, ever the champion, made it look easy; however, Kit realized that they both needed some long-deserved rest if they were to make it to East Fork.

Upon arriving in Prescott, Kit went immediately to the Sheriffs’ Office to let him know he was in town, and what his plans were. The Sheriff recommended a Boarding House and after a nice hot meal and a bath, which was just what he needed to rejuvenate his fatigued body, he decided to stay in Prescott an extra day. Orion was being well tended to by the local farrier, who trimmed and balanced his hooves and replaced his shoes.

Being the dominant political center of the Territory, Prescott was protected and influenced by the presence of nearby Fort Whipple, named for Lieutenant Amiel W. Whipple. It was well-known that he had established the first access routes to nearby goldfields.

Having been well rested, Kit left Prescott, and made a point to stop by Ft. Whipple for a short visit before making his way through Yavapai County to the Little Colorado River, which eventually joined with the Colorado River. He soon found himself in No Man’s land following the Green River which juxtaposed from the Colorado heading due north.

Another 12 day ride and Kit took respite at Crescent Junction on the north side of Cottonwood Creek before they skirting the Uintah Mountains and crossed the Utah/Wyoming border.

The southwestern Wyoming territory was suddenly interrupted by a string of multi-colored buttes, carved over time by the Green River. Their majesty was a thing to behold, and Kit took pause to appreciate their splendor. After this last 13 day ride, he would stop in Green River City before heading to East Fork.

A days rest and Kit was heading due East passing through Bitter Creek, a small section town founded by the Union Pacific Railroad, basically a water and whistle stop. He then crossed the Continental Divide, and through Rawlins Springs. Kit heard stories about this town and how it got its name. It was told that General John A. Rawlins, in command of the troops surveying the route of the first trans-continental railroad, expressed a wish for a drink of good, cold water. Scouts had found a spring and having taken a drink, the General declared, “If anything is ever named after me, I hope it will be a spring of water.” The town then bore his name.

Next stop……East Fork.

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Kit was unaware how long he had been asleep. The days ride took it's share of his energy, draining him to the point of true exhaustion.
Were it not for the dire warning that Orion just gave him, he surely would have remained in slumber. With the quickness he had grown accustomed, he pulled his S&W revolver from its holster which was coiled like a rattlesnake ready to strike, he thumbing the hammer, hearing the all familiar "click" of the cylinder rotating, aligning the next round of death, and praying to himself, "Lord, please forgive me for what I am about to do."
Remaining still, as if life had left him, his eyes peered under his wide brimmed hat searching the dark for whatever had startled Orion.
Nothing?
This was not like Orion to give false alarms. With his vision now growing more acclimated to the darkness surrounding him, Kit looked not in the area where Orion stood, now slinging his head up and down in a bobbing motion whilst tramping the deep snow with his front hoove, but to his right.
There in the distance, just beyond the tree line, a Grey Wolf! Without a second thought, Kit raised slightly,  turning to his right, and with total disregard for someone hearing the gunshot and possibly finding his location, he purposely aimed low and to the right, missing his target, yet fending off the danger. This one will live another day.
Too awake now to fall back to sleep, and with the fire no longer providing any warmth, he decided to make plans for heading out, albeit earlier than he had wished.

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[A Bad Spring in East Fork]

The long days ride took it's toll on him, and though he should have fallen fast asleep by now, his mind would not let him. Even Orion, ever restless, especially at night, kept watch for any dangers that may be lurking in it's midst. A true companion, this gentle black splash stallion was the only one Kit could rely on. Orion was never tied up, for he would protect Kit from any harm, and never leave his presence.
Kit's thoughts soon drifted to the events of this last year of his life and although the flickery flames of the fire did keep him warm, at least on the outside, his heart was still cold.
He had finally made it to Stone Creek, albeit of his own willing. Not one to meddle or interfere into the business of others, there were those that perceived him as a threat. Though he appeared to be a stranger to them, they would not remember the young boy who lived with his  grandfather on his ranch outside of town.
Besides, he had business of his own to attend to in town anyway, not that it mattered to them, even if they knew.
He had stopped by the Land Office, to see one J. Mark Flint, Attorney At Law.
You see, I came with a deed to 200 acres of land at the base of Badger Mountain just outside of Stone Creek I had inherited from my grandfather who had obtained the rights to the land long before Stone Creek became a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere.

[A Bad Spring in East Fork]

The winter wind was now whipping the heavy falling snow into a blinding curtain of white that made it difficult for Kit to even see the black mane of Orion as he made his way through the tall, narrow pass on his way to East Fork.

He couldn’t recall the last hot meal he had, and even the thought of such a meal made his stomach twist into a knot even more. He decided he must find shelter soon and make camp before darkness falls.

They prodded along for what seemed like hours, and even though the snowstorm had now stopped as quickly as it started, it yielded no comfort to him as his numb fingers seemed frozen to Orion’s reins as one. The gaping opening at the end of the pass was now in sight, and soon they found themselves facing an open range.

Some 50 yards further, a small grouping of mesquite seemed like a reasonable place to make home for the night.

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