All the bitterness in his heart long stored up against her passed away
in a moment, and sitting there on the wide plain, under the burning sun,
he closed his eyes in order to see once more, in the cold gray light of
the prison, that pale, grave girl with the glorious eyes. He saw her,
too, as Jack saw her, her gravity turned into sadness, her pallor into
the paleness of grief and ill health. He admitted now that no reason
existed why she should write to him while her mother lay dying. All
cause for hardness of heart was passed away. The tears came to his eyes
and he longed for the sight of her face. For a moment the boy's wild
heart grew tender.
He wrote her a letter that night, and it ran as well as he could hope
for, as he re-read it next day on his way to the post office twenty
miles away.
"DEAR MARY: Jack has just sent me a long letter and has told
me what you said. I hope you will forgive me. I thought you
didn't want to see me or write to me. I didn't know your
mother was sick. I thought you ought to have written to me,
but, of course, I understand now. I hope you will write in
answer to this and send your picture to me. You see I never
saw you in daylight and I'm afraid I'll forget how you look.
"Well, I'm out in the wild country, but it ain't what I
want. I don't like it here. The cowboys are all the time
rowin'. There ain't much game here neither. I kill an
antelope once in a while, or a deer down on the bottoms, but
I haven't seen a bear or a buffalo yet. I want to go to the
mountains now. This country is too tame for me. They say you
can see the Rockies from a place about one hundred miles from
here. Some day I'm going to ride over there and take a
look. I haven't seen any Indians yet. We are likely to have
shooting soon.
"If you write, address to Running Bear, Cheyenne County, and
I'll get it. I'll go down again in two weeks. Since Jack
wrote I want to see you awful bad, but of course it can't be
done, so write me a long letter.
"Yours respectfully,
"HAROLD EXCELL.
"Address your letter to Mose Harding, they don't know my real
name out here. I'll try to keep out of trouble."
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