This tale takes place during the events of the silver scam between Cole and the Indians, the train railway building, and the war over territory. Butch was sentenced to hang at Colby at high noon after spending a year in jail. Needless to say he was ready for freedom once again. His gang was already planning to rob the train he would be on to set him free. Oh he could almost feel that desert sand under his fee-
"Cavendish!" the jailer cried out. Butch raised his head to see the jailer outside his shithole of a cell, keys rattling against the rusty metal lock. He'd been rotting in this damn sweatbox they call a jail for nearly a year...more than enough time to plan out his revenge for the ranger that put him here...
"Let's go Butch, almost hangin' time!" Butch just gave one of his signature smirks. It was finally happening, freedom was so close. The jailer escorted him out of the cell and outside into the sunlight, nearly blinding him after so long in the dark. Outside were 5 others waiting with guns to take him to the train...perfect...
It looked like hundreds of men working to build the new railroad, all spread out across the sand with the sound of metal against metal filling the air. It was quite a sight to see, the Future, as Cole would say. As soon as Butch was free and clear the plan would continue on. It was all coming together. They walked past a few train cars as the station came into sight. He could see the train parked at the station loading up its passengers. Those bible loving nutjobs were filing into one of the cars in front of the jail car, his ticket to freedom. As the stepped up onto the station platform, Butch noticed another smaller train behind the one he just saw. This one was pointed in the opposite direction heading East...and it also had a jail car...
"Alright Butch, change a' plans for ya', your gettin' another day before hangin'"
The hell was this guy talkin' about? The train was right there ready to go headed for Colby! What did they mean by one more day?
"Your goin' on this here train to Jeinkins, from there ya' get to Colby"
"The hell you talkin' bout' boss"
The man turned towards the Colby train and nodded to the jail car, which was currently being loaded with supplies.
"Seems they done run outta' railing for the new railway, so instead a' takin' you they want the supplies deliverd first. First to Jeinkins...then to Colby..."
No. No. No! This couldn't be happening! If he wasn't on that train then his gang would have no idea where he was. Which meant only one thing...
They were gonna rob the wrong train...