I felt myself guilty--a pitifully weak and cowardly thing, with no right to exist.

In my humiliation, I ran from all who knew me--I came out here to escape from the life that had made me what I was--that had robbed me of my manhood.

And here, by chance, in the contests at the celebration in Prescott, I saw a man--a cowboy--who possessed everything that I lacked, and for the lack of which you had laughed at me.

And then alone one night I faced myself and fought it out.

I knew that you were right, Helen, but it was not easy to give up the habits and luxury to which all my life I had been accustomed.