Well--Oldrin' took you, brought you up from childhood, an' then made you his Masked Rider.

He made you infamous.

He kept that part of the contract, but he learned to love you as a daughter an' never let any but his own men know you was a girl.

I heard him say that with my own ears, an' I saw his big eyes grow dim.

He told me how he had guarded you always, kept you locked up in his absence, was always at your side or near you on those rides that made you famous on the sage.