Back in the winter of 77 I was deputying up in Two Scalp, Dakota Territory; waiting for my friend Clete Shannon who was the Sheriff there at the time to say the word for us to quit our jobs and head south Being Clete s deputy give me mighty little to do but think things over, morning or night. Two Scalp s deader n a sucker in a sandstorm. This lazy peace would not last. Willie Goodwin had seen a lot of life; he knew how the death wind could blow into a man s life on a clear sunny day without a sip of warning. He thought he knew how treacherous life could be that s why he drank. When Nell...