Territory tomorrow. tallent wasn t exactly sure how far it was to the border, but he knew there was a
town called Shepler just inside the Dakota line. I’ll be safe then. The Montana
law can’t touch me there. He certainly had no intentions of staying in Shepler for long, though. Maybe I’ll swing around and go to the Hole-in-the-Wall. Camp there
for a few weeks till everything blows over. Then maybe go down to Arizona. Better stay clear of Colorado, though...The Hole-in-the-Wall was a notorious outlaw hideout
in Wyoming. A fugitive could go there and stay for as long as he wanted, provided he followed the rules and paid his own way. Kid Curry, Black Jack Ketchum, Butch
Cassidy’s Wild Bunch Gang, the Sundance Kid, and a host of others had stayed at the one of the several cabins at the hideaway. No lawman would dare enter the
Hole-in-the-Wall. That would have been suicide. It was an outlaw sanctuary. That Saturday night, B11 did as he planned. He only stayed in Bathsheba long enough to
enjoy a few drinks and talk to no one—he wasn’t recognized—and then he rode about seven miles until he found a decent place to camp. The next day, the roan was tired,
but game. Just a few more miles, boy, and you can rest a spell… Even outlaws had enough sense to take care of their horses. Well, the smart ones, like Tallent, did.
B11 arrived in Shepler, Dakota Territory, just as the sun was setting that Sunday night. And he had a smile on his lips. The town of Shepler was small, mostly
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