Dying. Hell, he had been dying since he was born, he supposed, but the news he just received form his doctor and friend made it seem a lot more real than it had at any other point in his life. Not that death hadn't seemed real before. He had seen plenty of death, and had been at the causal end of this effect for many others that had crossed his path in the wrong way. But his own death -- now, that was something else. Not scary, exactly, and not even really worrisome, but it certainly seemed to put things in a different perspective. He had always known that life was a finite thing, but now he could actually see its limits, and he was always a man that liked to investigate the strange things he saw. The Lost Scene

The man behind the iron bars looked at Kettleman strangely, mostly because Kettleman seemed a little strange himself. In a shaky voice, the old man in the government issued uniform asked him, "Where you going, mister?" "West," came the rather mysterious reply. The old man didn't like the way Kettleman said this, and wasn't really sure what to do with this rather general piece of information, but the pile of money that was smacked down on the counter in front of him told him not to make anything of it. He printed the train ticket and handed it over, thinking that this transaction was far less interesting than it had appeared at the outset.

Chapter Summaries

1: The history of James T. Kettleman and his fortune...

The young man had spent his life largely in the company of Baldwin and his other riders, earning himself a long scar along his face in an incident that neither he nor any of his companions seemed all too eager to speak about. The other accomplishments of this young man in his relatively short life did not include acquiring the ability to outdraw Milt Ryan, and this fact is the primary reason behind the publication of this obituary. The young man leaves behind Alcott, who fled the gunfight like a slinking yellow livered coward.