He rose and stood, hat in hand, looking down upon the simple mound beneath which lay the gay, tempestuous girl who had given her life for him. What freak of fate had brought her to this wild corner of the world? Misfortune, a spirit of adventure inherited from some filibustering forbear—she had Spanish blood in her—or a rank rebellion against the restraints of civilization?
He would never know now.
“I reckon Life gave yu a raw deal, ma’am,” he whispered. “Mebbe Death will be—kinder.”
Slowly mounting his horse, he turned to face a world which, all at once, seemed strangely empty.
The End
Table of Contents
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI