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uzzed around a half dozen scalped bodies, evidence of Persimmons Bill’s depredations.<br />
“Guess they didn’t hear about the new treaty,” Earp said laconically. “I reckon we won’t be eating<br />
here.”<br />
They proceeded immediately through the canyon. It was a tense journey, slow because they had no<br />
fresh team, but they made it without incident. At the far end of the canyon they followed Hawk Creek<br />
toward Camp Collier, which marked the southern entrance to the Black Hills.<br />
Now, in the morning light, they stopped for an hour to graze the horses, and to breathe a long sigh of<br />
relief. “Not long now, Mr. Johnson,” Earp said, “and you’ll be owing me half those bones.”<br />
Johnson decided it was time to tell him the truth. “Mr. Earp,” he began.<br />
“Yes?”<br />
“I appreciate everything you have done to help me get out of Deadwood, naturally.”<br />
“I’m sure you do.”<br />
“But there’s something I have to tell you.”<br />
Earp frowned. “You’re not backing out on your deal?”<br />
“No, no.” Johnson shook his head. “But I have to tell you, the crates really are just fossil bones.”<br />
“Uh-huh,” Wyatt Earp said.<br />
“They are just bones.”<br />
“I heard you.”<br />
“They are of value only to scientists, to paleontologists.”<br />
“That’s fine with me.”<br />
Johnson smiled wanly. “I only hope you won’t be too disappointed.”<br />
“I’ll try not to be,” Earp said, and winked, and punched him on the shoulder. “You just remember,<br />
boy. Half those bones are mine.”<br />
“He had been a strong friend,” Johnson wrote, “and I suspected he would make a dangerous enemy.<br />
Thus it was with some trepidation that I resumed the journey to Fort Laramie, and the first civilization<br />
I had seen in many months.”