A piece of parchment tacked to a pole in San Antonio, Texas read, "Attention, citizens of the State of Texas. Any man able and willing to bear arms against a terrible enemy of the people of Texas, is invited to join the gallant party of Marshal Wesley Yule. A great reward awaits any who decide to strike against the enemies of Texas. Visit the Sheriff's office for more information." Bill Carson read the document three times and allowed it to sink in. Since he had recently acquired his liberty from his former employer, Mr. Clarence Bodine, Bill believed El Paso was a place he needed to visit next.
The trip to El Paso took about two weeks, passing through Ft Stockton along the way. Bill Carson was covered in dust and dirt from riding for so long. He pulled the reins up on Angus, who came to a stop in front of the sheriff's office in El Paso, Texas. Bill swung his right leg over the saddle and stepped onto the ground. He looked up and down the street just to see what kind of activity was going on in the town.
Bill opened the door to the sheriff's office and immediately spotted two men inside. The first, seated at the sheriff's desk and the second, in a chair along a side wall. Bill tipped his hat to the young man seated along the wall. He noticed the U.S. Marshal's badge on the left side of the man's coat who was sitting at the desk. "You must be Marshall Yule," Bill Carson suggested upon entering the office.
The Marshall looked up and studied Bill Carson's appearance for a few seconds. The Marshall notice the scar along the left side of Billy Carson's face. He saw the butternut trousers and the black hat. "That's right," Marshall Yule responded looking up at Bill Carson with a reflective expression. "By the look of that hat and those trousers, I'd guess you are from Virginia."
Bill Carson's studied the Marshal's dark brown eyes. He could tell by the gray beard, graying temples, crow's feet and the man's serious expression that he was a veteran of the war. "That's right Marshall." Bill paused, then continued, "1st Virginia Cavalry in '61 and '62. In '63 I joined the 43rd battalion, Partisan Rangers."
"I was with the 1st US Cavalry at Cold Harbor."
"Is that so, Marshall? I was nowhere near Cold harbor in '64." Billy Carson was tiring of the conversation quickly and the thought, 'Damn Yankee' entered his head, "so can I join yer little huntin' party?"
"Sure thing, Johnny," the Marshall responded. "Have a seat over there with the other feller."
"Carson, Bill Carson," he spat out as he turned to join the man he would soon know as Michael Hunt.
"Huh?" The Marshal queried.
"My name, Marshal. It's William Carson. But most folks call me Bill or Billy." Bill took a seat and gave a weak grin towards Mr. Hunt.