No wrong he could have done you can be more bitter than that which put me on his death-trail, and made me swear to take his life.
"Two years ago a young man left a ranch close to the Rio Grande border with a thousand head of cattle, which had been bought from him, to be paid for when delivered in Abilene, Kansas.

He was noble, brave, handsome.

He was good and true in all things.

He was the only hope of a widowed mother, the very idol of a loving sister, whose life seemed linked with his.

He promised when he left those he loved and who so loved him that he would hasten back with the proceeds of the sale, and then, with his mother and sister, he would return to the birthplace of the three, to the old Northern homestead, where his father's remains were buried, buy the old estate, and settle down to a quiet and a happy life.