Do what you want to with them, and remember that you're to get Bard back in town unharmed--if possible." Butch Conklin smiled, and the same smile spread grimly from face to face among the gang.

Evidently this point had already been elucidated to them by Nash, who now mustered them out of the house and assembled them on their horses in the street below.
"Which way do we travel ?" asked Shorty Kilrain, reining close beside the leader, as though he were anxious to disestablish any relationship with the rest of the party.
"Two ways," answered Nash.

"Of course I don't know what way Bard headed, because he's got the girl with him, but I figure it this way: if a tenderfoot knows any part of the range at all, he'll go in that direction after he's in trouble.

I've seen it work out before.

So I think that Bard may have ridden straight for the old Drew place on the other side of the range.