It was such bitterness as this that drove these men.
Toward afternoon, from the top of a long hill, Duane saw the green fields and trees and shining roofs of a town he considered must be Shirley.

And at the bottom of the hill he came upon an intersecting road.

There was a placard nailed on the crossroad sign-post.

Duane drew rein near it and leaned close to read the faded print.

$1000 REWARD FOR BUCK DUANE DEAD OR ALIVE.