on their horses."

Matt said, "Where's the dead one?"

"He's out there where I drug him to get him out of my house. Now I've got to finish the grave of my sweet Will," she began to cry.

Matt said as he stepped off his horse, "We'll finish that for you, Ma'am. You go inside and sit down. Paul will stay with you while I dig the graves."

"Don't you put that son of a bitch close to my Will!", she cried. "Put him out there in the woods where he belongs."

Paul removed his hat as he went into the house. He and the woman sat at the kitchen table. As she regained her composure, he said, "Ma'am, can you tell us, did they say anything about where they were going fromhere?"

She said, "I think they were headed for Shreveport next, but I heard their leader talk about going on to his home in Milam, Texas. He told my husband that's where he was from."

As she finished speaking Matt was at the door. "Ma'am, did you say Milam? That's my hometown."

"I think I heard him say that," she said.

Matt said, "That's interesting. Paul, I think I've got that grave ready. Ma'am, let's get your husband laid to rest."

Paul helped her to her feet and walked her to the site. He said a few words over the grave and the men paid their respects to the lady.

Matt said, "We have to move on, Ma'am, before they hurt other folks. We're going to Shreveport. A group of Union soldiers will be