Steve Frazee

Sexton hit him!His big fist bulged tight around fifteen silver dollars - a lethal weight.Irv Stalcup went down with the blow like a poleaxed steer. “That does it,” thought Sexton, as he quietly dropped the coins in his pocket.Suddenly the crowd gasped. Irv Stalcup was getting up!Sexton watched in...

As a boy he had a look of gaunt horror about him.As a man he had the cold look of the eternal searcher.The boy walked out of the wilderness in the late summer of 1855, carrying the sun-blackened remains of a jack rabbit he had been eating on for two days. He had been alone in there for ten days.B...