About nine o'clock
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 . The fiddle stopped , the shrieking women scattered , and Toussaint , who had a glass in his hand , let it fly at Cutler 's head , for he was drunk . There were two customers besides himself .