Boys, I'm a damned impostor.

I've tricked you all, and it's up to you to stick me against a wall and shoot me as I deserve, if you feel that way.

For I'm Buckskin Bill--I'm Fortescue--and I'm several kinds of a fool to think I could ever carry it through.

Now you know!" With defiant recklessness he flung the words.

They were more of a challenge than a confession.