Shorty came slowly riding into Denver, cradling a young girl in his arms. Behind the saddle sat a young boy no more than a year older than the girl. He rode straight to the doctor’s office and helped them inside.
“Where did you find them Marshal?
“Around twelve miles west of town. The rest of the family is dead. And two more men and women."
"Did you get a name?”
“Folks name was Homer an’ Rachel Gilbreath. The boy's Nate, the girl Sally Ann. Doc you watch after um. I’ve got some huntin’ to do.”
“Do you have any idea who did this?”
“No but I’ll dad burn shor find out. After I go back an’ bury that family that is.”