AMBUSH! Hatfield had been riding a little too long, and he needed sleep and food as badly as he ever had. When he saw the line camp of the Rafter B in the distance, he relaxed and allowed the tiredness to flow through him; he was there. As he rode up to the shack, he saw the Mexican waiting for him. Como ‘sta? You Pancho? he asked the man assigned to help him. The vaquero nodded, then said, Put bedroll inside. I take you up-canyon to Marsh. Hatfield dismounted and began to move. It came at him so quickly, he wasn’t conscious of Pancho’s gun butt driving into his head … of a second man pointing a six-gun at his heart.