The sheriff and I crisscrossed in our public and private relations.

He often worked for me as a hired hand at the same time that I was his deputy.

His name, or at least the name he went by, was Bill Jones, and as there were in the neighborhood several Bill Joneses--Three Seven Bill Jones, Texas Bill Jones, and the like--the sheriff was known as Hell Roaring Bill Jones.

He was a thorough frontiersman, excellent in all kinds of emergencies, and a very game man.

I became much attached to him.