Guy was smaller, wiry, and hard as rock, with snapping eyes in a brown, still face, and he had the bow-legs of a cattleman.

Both had married in Arizona.

Bill's wife, Kate, was a stout, comely little woman, mother of three of the children.

The other wife was young, a strapping girl, red headed and freckled, with wonderful lines of pain and strength in her face.

Jean remembered, as he looked at her, that some one had written him about the tragedy in her life.