Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
Deadwood for the winter, but said that he would ride with Wyatt and the stage as far as Custer City,<br />
fifty miles to the south.<br />
Tiny Tim leaned over the box. “You gents gonna palaver all day, or are you ready to crack<br />
leather?”<br />
“We are,” Earp said.<br />
“Then climb aboard this item. Can’t go nowhere standing in the street, can you?”<br />
Johnson climbed onto the stage with Miss Emily, and for the tenth time that morning attended to his<br />
crates, cinching them down tightly. Morgan Earp climbed onto the top of the stage, and Wyatt rode<br />
shotgun.<br />
A Chinese boy in cowboy boots came running toward the stagecoach. It was Kang, with a worried<br />
look on his face.<br />
Johnson fished in his pocket and found a five-dollar gold piece.<br />
“Kang!”<br />
He leaned out the open door and flipped the glittering coin high into the air. Kang caught it on the<br />
run with remarkable grace. Johnson nodded at him, knowing he would never see the boy again.<br />
Tim snapped his whips, the horses snorted, and they galloped out of Deadwood in the swirling<br />
snow.<br />
It was a three-day journey to Fort Laramie: one day to Custer City, in the center of the Black Hills; a<br />
second day through the treacherous Red Canyon to the Red Canyon stagecoach station at the southern<br />
edge of the Black Hills; and the third day across the Wyoming plains to the newly built iron bridge<br />
that crossed the Platte River at Laramie.<br />
Earp assured him the trip would get safer as they went, and if they reached Laramie, they would be<br />
entirely safe; from then on, the road from Laramie to Cheyenne was patrolled by cavalry.<br />
If they reached Laramie.<br />
“Three obstacles stood between us and our destination,” Johnson later wrote in his journal:<br />
The first was Black Dick and his gang of ruffians. We could expect to meet them during the first day.<br />
Second was Persimmons Bill and his renegade Indians. We could expect to meet them in Red Canyon on<br />
the second day. And the third obstacle was the most dangerous of all—and wholly unanticipated by me.<br />
Johnson had steeled himself for a dangerous journey, but he was unprepared for its sheer physical<br />
hazards.<br />
The Black Hills roads were bad, necessitating slow travel. Drop-offs were precipitous, and the<br />
fact that the coach swayed ominously near the crumbling edge under its load of bones did not reassure<br />
them. Several creeks—the Bear Butte, Elk, and Boxelder—were transformed from the recent snows<br />
into swollen, raging rivers. The fact that the coach was so heavily laden made the crossings<br />
especially dangerous.<br />
As Tiny explained it, “This item gets stuck in the quicksand, middle of the river, we don’t go<br />
anywheres less we ride back for an extra team, pull this item out, and that’s a fact.”<br />
And along with the difficulties, they lived under the continuous threat of attack at any moment. The<br />
tension was nerve-racking, for the smallest impediment could be dangerous.