Fully healed from his time in the silver prison, Ben narrowly escaped from Bart and his troop as he back tracked to Devil’s Rock. Knowing that Bart might be hot on his trail, he avoided the place so as not to further incriminate himself. Instead, he refreshed himself with Clarence’s scent and deviated from the path, following the outlaw and his gang.
He passed a neighboring farmhouse and helped himself to a fresh shirt, vest, and pair of trousers. Although, it didn’t much matter to him whether he faced the outlaw completely naked or dressed for a bitterly cold winter. Justice would be dispensed no matter. For Sarah’s sake, he would take care of Clarence once and for all.
The scent trail led him to a town about a day’s travel west from Devil’s Rock. The town was modest and small, much like all the towns and trading posts in that region of the frontier. He scouted around the borders first, assessing how many people were in the town by the medley of sounds and scents that he could detect on the wind. Clarence’s scent was all over the place. This must have been a frequent stop of his.