63/98 When I saw the change in proud, beautiful Ellen Sutton, an' how she still worshiped Jorth, it shore drove me near mad between pity an' hate.... Wal, I reckon in a Texan hate outlives any other feelin'. Like most young bloods of the day, I drank an' gambled. An' one night I run across Jorth an' a card-sharp friend. |