Our story comes to a close.
Here our story of cowboys and wizards concludes.
The men of the 41st regiment, led by Captain Franklin Cartigan, passed the townspeople huddled along the edges of the small dusty town of Bliss. The 3.2 in. artillery piece, pulled by a team of horses, took center stage at the head of the column. The captain tipped his hat. James rode silently beside him.
Fenton and Cannon stood on the steps of the jail watching the soldiers approach.
The captain rode up to them. “I’m Captain Cartigan, Mr. Fenton. Here as a representative of the governor. We’ve been told there are strange goin’s on in that tower of yours.”
Fenton glowered at James. “Like what?”
“You tell me. I’ve already heard from Mr. James.” The captain looked around at the townsfolk watching. “Something happening that I should know about?”
“Town business, captain. Don’t need the army here,” Fenton said.
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