Chapter 15
Rock Creek, Nebraska
June 1872
Kid nonchalantly tossed his hat onto the desk and poured himself a cup of coffee, stealing a glance at his deputy. John sat nearby with his eyes closed, basking in the afternoon sun. Kid sighed, uncertain if John was even awake.
"Any sign of him?" Kid inquired.
"Not yet," Paterson replied, his eyes slowly opening as he scanned the horizon for any sign of trouble.
"Great," Kid muttered under his breath.
"Looks like we might have some help," Paterson remarked, gesturing toward the approaching army contingent with a troubled expression.
"They ain't help, Paterson," Kid observed grimly, his tone resolute as he anticipated the potential challenges ahead. Teaspoon's warning about the soldiers' departure from Willow Bluff had left him wary of their intentions. "That's trouble."
