a witness had seen men in a long black overcoats with big black hats and-handkerchiefs over their faces.-shadowhawk was dressed in brown leggings and a rawhide shirt with fringes but he knew that when anything went wrong around town , they had a tendency to blame the indians.-it didnt usually matter what kind of alibi an indian had or whether or not he matched the description of the criminal , they usually blamed it on the indians and quite often strung them up from the nearest tree without even thinking about a trial.-so he began to edge toward the front where he had left his horse at the hitching rail.-as soon as it seemed that no one was paying attention to him , he slipped out the swinging doors and headed toward cougar.- he had no sooner loosened the reins and jumped on cougars back than someone shouted that the robber was getting away.-several shots rang out and one of them found its mark.-the bullet had just grazed his arm but it hurt like the devil and kept dripping blood , which would make it quite simple to track him.-as shadowhawk got close to sugar creek , he thought of a good hiding place , so he turned toward the cliffs intending to hide in their shadows.-when he came in sight , however , there was the dim glare of lanterns and mens voices.-he could hear three men talking .