However, I still carried a brace of good revolvers in a handy place, just to make sure I was safe; though, Lord bless you, I knew I couldn't get at them in time to do any good, if the robbers did attack us.
"Well, one morning--it was a cold, raw day in April--I left Billings with my coach full of people, most of whom were goin' through to Helena, although I only drove as far as Bozeman, just as I do now.

I had nine passengers, all told, and among the number was an old ranchman named Kyle Barton, and his handsome daughter.

I tell you, she was a stunner; her hair was as black as a crow, and her bright black eyes sparkled like diamonds.

I knew 'em both pretty well, for the old man owned a ranch out near Bozeman, and was as fine a man as ever stood six feet in his boots.

The young woman was a fiery little beauty, and as hard to manage as a three-year-old colt.