The west bound wagon train had halted at sun down. A dozen or more small campfires dotted the open plain - each one representing a family unit. Most of the pioneers had finished the evening meal, and worked to make ready for the night before darkness set in. Sam was the leading of the caravan, and it was he who had hired the man called Idaho as the guide. There were some newcomers to the group, and Idaho is trusting his gut that there's something not quite right with them...