El PasoChapter 2
We pushed Mr. Bemis’s herd into the cow pens on the north side of El Paso, around noon on the seventh day of my trip back in time. Once we had the cattle all accounted for, Mr. Bemis spotted each of us drovers a five-dollar advance on our pay, and sent us off so he could negotiate with the buyers. I figured I was making some headway towards fixing my bad reputation, when a couple of the other cowboys invited me to hit the saloon with them. I put them off by telling them I’d be there in a...