THE TOLTEC IDOL "I was twenty-five when your mother died," this page began.

"I had a little ranch in the Pecos valley near Twin Pine crossing, and I had just begun to taste prosperity.

After your mother died things began to go wrong.

It didn't take me long to conclude that she had been responsible for what success I had had, and that without her I couldn't hope to keep things together.

I didn't try very hard; I'll admit that.
I just gradually let go all holds and began to slip--began to drift back into the sort of company I'd kept before I met your mother.