We quickly walked around the entire territory, by the standards of a modern cemetery, it was very tiny. But one hundred graves for a town where only about one hundred and thirty settlers lived at that time is an impressive figure. Reed stopped at a statue of a cowboy. As the signature said - the head of the route. From here there was a view of the city, but only of the surrounding area, because the hill was still small. Compared to the clan lands, it was a rather prosaic sight.

"Not a view of the Shoshone." My companion must have been thinking the same thing.

- Yes, do not...