Gunnison struck one more match and looked closely at the ruined face. Then, fighting off natural reticence to touch the dead body, the explored the jacket pockets.

Everything he found confirmed that the jacket was Kenton’s. And the face, impossible to recognize as it was, certainly could have been that of Kenton. The general size of the body, the build and general physical character of it, all also matched Kenton’s traits. Even the pistol holstered beneath the coat was Kenton’s. Gunnison took it, tucking it under his belt, near his own pistol.

“Oh, Kenton,” Gunnison whispered…