Bear sat up straight in bed. Helen Hardin lay softly snoring to his left and Dog was in his corner sleeping calmly.
Something was wrong. His medicine bag stung as it hung around his neck and the feeling of danger filled the air around him.
His hand was already holding his pistol; the hammer was cocked.
"What's going on?" he asked himself. "Everything seems alright."

Soon there came a knock on his door.
"Mr. Bear," called the voice of Henry, the telegraph boy. "Come down to the office quick!"