 So, Chester and I didn't start out until the next morning. Ordinarily, a man could ride into the prairie and disappear, but with Gatliff, it was a little different. At least we knew he'd be somewhere around Buffalo. It was late afternoon before we reached good hunting grounds and almost dark when we spotted the first hunter's camp. Come on over to the fire, stranger. Oh, thank you. Stuff will be ready soon. Hey, Kurt.