"He was weeping all over me part of the evening, because he'd sold the horse and you had pulled out so he couldn't buy him back.

Then he came into Billy Wilson's place and sat into a game at the table next to mine; and some kind of a quarrel started.

He'd overlooked that gun on the saddle, it seems, and so he only had a knife.

He whipped it out, first pass, but a bullet got him in the heart.

The fellow that did it--" Jack blew two more rings and watched them absently--"the Committee rounded him up and took him out to the oak, next morning.