There were mesquites on the ridge, and I sought the shade beneath them.

It was the noon hour, with hot, glary sun and no wind.

Here I had to have out my fight.

If ever in my varied life of exciting adventure I strove to think, to understand myself, to see through difficulties, I assuredly strove then.

I was utterly unlike myself; I could not bring the old self back; I was not the same man I once had been.