Ruth made herself cozy in the bush to lay wait for what was to come.
Hours passed she was drifting off to sleep until she was startled by the commotion on the road above her.
She reached for her pistol and moved closer for a better view.
She saw there were at least ten shadows, men on horse back, waiting.
Ruth Caldwell raised her gun and set her sight on the men, just before she pulled trigger;
Duke grabbed the barrel of the gun pulling it from her hands.
“No” he whispered and pointed out into the field to the right of her.
She was stunned to see two shadows standing brazen in the moonlight.
She leaned in close to him, “Duke is”.
“Yep, it’s John” he said staring dead into the open field.