Delmonico comes back, "I followed Slim's tracks about 5 miles east of here, they ended in a little valley about a mile beyond the gully where you hid yer still Trinity.
What I found was horrible, Slim's saddle had been mutilated, it was weird, the tree was removed through a little hole.
Any way there was 4 big round circles about 6 foot in diameter where the grass was smashed down. The rest of the grass was slightly scorched and there was a faint glow. There was no sign of Slim, but I did find my extra jar of Vasoline, it was empty.
I remember now, the last time I was in North Platte, I was getting groceries and was waitin' at that new-fangled cash registar and I was readin' a paper there on a rack while I was in line.
It was full of weird things, but I remember it had a story about somethin' like this happenin' some where down in New Mexico.
Should have bought it, we might have a better ideal what happened to Slim, that empty jar of Vasoline worries me.
Oh one other thing, it smelled slightly of fried eggs.