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The exception was an Iron Mountain settler named William Lewis.

After walking out to his corral that morning, he'd been amazed to see the dust puff up in front of his feet.

A split second later, the distant crack of a rifle had sounded.

He'd mounted up immediately and raced with a revolver ready toward the spot from which he'd estimated the shot had come.

But he had found all of the thickets and points of cover deserted.

There had been no sign of a rifleman and no track or trace to show that anyone had been near.