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Early the next morning we had breakfast with Grandpa, and the rest of the family. Judge Mitchell showed up at the stables as we were hitching the mules to the wagons. ‘Clay, I need to speak to you before you leave. Do you have a minute?’ he asked. Going over to him, I said, ‘Sure, Judge. We was just getting ready to go. What can I do for you this morning?’ ‘The telegraph we sent to Fort Laramie hasn’t had any results as of yet, so here is a warrant for Jack McCall. I’m also giving you ten...