Note discovered near the site of the brutal slayings of persons unknown, by wild dogs or some other sort of beast, on the third day:
They say that the darkest hour is just before the dawn. That ain't really true, but it sure is cold. Gets colder every second the sun ain't shining, see? But we wasn't complaining. Better 'n digging during the day, not that we could. With the new laws passed by the injun lovers back in congress, and the local sherriff practically a redskin himself, we couldn't afford to be spotted durin' daytime.
We were digging up one or two bodies a night, sometimes three, and patting the earth back before sunrise. Each one had a bit of something valuable on him; some gold or wampum beads, something like that. One-eye Morrison, he'd take what we got up back east to Dodge to sell it, way away from the interfering of the local law. We weren't worried about disturbing no heathen graves anyway. Maybe we shoulda been, though I say it can't have nothing to do with things.
What we was actually searching for was the motherlode. Black Jensen, he'd been out selling the injuns snake oil and got into an argument with their medicine man. The medicine man said something about an insult against the name of some legendary priest. Jensen got to asking about, and turns out that old injun was buried out here, probably with a fortune in gold and silver on him. Well, what thrifty christian soul could resist? Weren't gonna do that old savage no good where he's burnin' now.
Anyways, we found him bout half an hour before dawn. Just in time. And boy, we hadn't guessed wrong. He was wearing this cloak, all made up of little square gold plates, each with a funny little symbol punched in. Musta taken them savages years to make, and look at it just lying there.
So we gone and dug around him a little bit and tried to get the cloak off, but it was heavy, like you might expect, and the dawn was coming up fast now. So, curse it all, we thought, lets get the cloak off him any ways we can. So Doc Simpson, he got up his shovel and he hacked off the old chiefs head. Hard work it was, him being all mummified like some prince of egypt, probably on account of the desert heat. Doc Simpson said somethin' about the minerals in the ground, same as what makes the water round here poison to drink, but he's a man of science, even if he did kill that senators wife, and I ain't pick up much of his meaning.
It was just about as we struck off the head that we noticed the dawn suddenly dyin' back away. Someone remarked how curious it was, then, as the sun came up, we could see that there was a black disc slowly movin' across it. Doc Simpson said it must be the eclipse, though Curly said it was odd because it weren't noted in the almanac. Curly's folks were farmers back east a ways, and he never goes anywhere without that damn thing. Anyway, the sun rose, and this black disc rose with it, slowly cutting it off. We got a brief flash of the dawn, then nothing, just a weird half-light from the sun flickerin' round the edge, like a big ring of fire in the sky.
Doc Simpson said it would soon go away, but by the time we had packed the earth down and were heading back into town, it was still there. We was also hearin' some strange noises. Coyotes or some such, spooked by the eclipse, we reckoned. The horses weren't liking the weird twilight either, nor that it was still getting colder. Anyways, it were...
(The rest of the note is torn off)