In five years I have not slept soundly because of them.
But I have foiled them.

I am dying now, and that which they seek will be hidden until you fulfill the conditions which I impose on you.

I know you are coming home--I can feel it--and I know that when you read what is to follow you will be eager to square my account with Tom Taggart.
"Before going any further, before you read my story, I want you to know that the cursed virago whom you saw buried in the cottonwood was not your real mother.

Your mother died giving you birth, and her body lies in a quiet spot beside the Rio Pecos, at Twin Pine crossing, about ten miles north of the Texas border.

God rest her." Again Calumet glanced at Betty.