Jim Richeson was a haunted man, but he smiled carelessly as he handled the sign offering a reward for his capture, dead or alive. He smiled again as he wheeled his horse and galloped off down the road, waving a satirical adieux to the posse. A pretty mountain girl with pall in hand, stood at the pump when Jim rode up. He took the pall from her, drank deeply, and then, as an afterthought, seized her and kissed her heartily. Then he leisurely mounted his horse and galloped off. Furious at the insult, the girl rushed for a gun, only to meet her lover, just as he rounded the bunkhouse. That person at once flew into a passion and gave hot chase to the vanishing bandit, vowing to have his life. Meanwhile, the girl, at the head of a posse, followed less swiftly. A royal bettle took place in the mountains. Dick and Jim, sheltered behind the great rocks, tried every expedient known to the West in an effort to kill each other. Finally both exhausted their amunition and cret forward to test their strength. A desperate hand-in-hand encounter took place, Jim with the advantage of a long knife, Dick wth only his bare hands. Suddenly, Dick found the sharp blade enter his arm. For an instant he hesitated, then a long shot rang out, and Jim plunged head formost over the rock. Dick fainted then and there and recovered later to see the mountain girl leaning over him. (MPW, 8/3/12, p.478)