Two dozen riders came down Roswell's Main Street at a slow pace. The men were well armed. Winchester rifles were in their scubbards,
Revolver grips protruded from the low-buckled holsters. Here and there a shotgun could also be seen. Some of the riders wore bandoliers around their shoulders. Dust covered their clothing. At the head of this sinister pack rode a man with a black beard. He wore a suit...