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Looked as if bound for Cheyenne . `` No , '' Cutler said , `` he 's known there '' ; and he went on , watching Toussaint 's tracks . Within ten miles they veered away from Cheyenne to the southeast , and Cutler struck out on a trail of his own more freely . By midnight he was on Lodge-Pole Creek , sleeping sound among the last trees that he would pass . He slept twelve hours , having gone to bed knowing he must not come into town by daylight . About nine o'clock he arrived , and went to the railroad station ; there the operator knew him . The lowest haunt in the town had a tent south of the Union Pacific tracks ; and Cutler , getting his irons , and a man from the saloon , went there , and stepped in , covering the room with his pistol .