Walt Hodge had delivered eighty horses to Whipple Barracks for the Army and he wasnt in a big hurry to get home. He traveled down the Saginaw Mountains and into the upland cow country of Sunflower, Arizona, seeking only a cold glass of beer, food, and a bed for himself, along with feed for his horse. He should have listened and turned around when he asked the hostler what was going on and was told: Trouble, mister. Bad trouble.
