While I am not one to be given into superstitions.

I can tell you, that staying night after night for a couple weeks in a cemetery can get a bit creepy.

Digger to his credit had hid me away in a tool shed on the far backside of the Cemetery.

The conditions weren't ideal and this wasn't exactly the future I had visualized for myself.

When I left the Train Station in Pennsylvania or in St. Louis.

Yet here I was hiding in a tool shed like a fugitive from Justice.

Not knowing what my next steps in my life were going to be.

All I knew is that I couldn't afford to be seen.

I also knew I couldn't live the rest of my life in a tool shed.

Something in my life was going to have to give.

Luckily for me Digger was not only bringing me some of his Texas Chili to eat, but he finally had some news for me.

"Sam, I got a way to get ya outta here. It won't be easy and sures not going be comfortable."

Digger had my attention I was ready to go.

Just tell me how it's going to happen and I was ready.

"Well Digger, what's your plan for getting me out of here?"

"Sam, Little Red Foot the Comanche Indian that was working at the General store for Mr. Fletcher died yesterday in his sleep"

"Sorry, to hear about that Digger, but what does a dead Indian have to do with...