Shadows on the Deadline: The Search for Ed Masterson's Graveside

Send us Fan Mail The wind that sweeps across the Kansas plains in early April is sharp enough to peel paint from the clapboard facades of Dodge City’s Front Street, and it carries with it the names of men who once kept order with a Colt and a badge. On the morning Ed Masterson walked his final patrol, the temperature hovered just above freezing, the kind of chill that seeps into the bones and makes a man’s hand slow on the draw. We follow the faint, crumbling trail of his remains, from the mi...