Produced by Richard Halsey Wild Bill's Last Trail. By NED BUNTLINE, Author of "Harry Bluff, The Reefer," "Navigator Ned," etc. CHAPTER I. THE AVENGER. "Bill! _Wild Bill!_ Is this you, or your ghost? What, in great Creation's name, are you doing here?" "Gettin' toward sunset, old pard--gettin' toward sunset, before I pass in my checks!" The first speaker was an old scout and plainsman, Sam Chichester by name, and he spoke to a passenger who had just left the west-ward-bound express train at Laramie, on the U.P.R.R. That passenger was none other than J. B. Hickok, or "Wild Bill," one of the most noted shots, and certainly the most desperate man of his age and day west of the Mississippi River. "What do you mean, Bill, when you talk of passing in your checks? You're in the very prime of life, man, and---" "Hush! Talk low! There are listening ears everywhere, Sam! I don't know why, but there is a chill at my heart, and I know my time has about run out. I've been on East with Buffalo Bill and Texas Jack, trying to show people what our plains life is. But I wasn't at home there. There were crowds on crowds that came to see us, and I couldn't stir on the streets of their big cities without having an army at my heels, and I got sick of it. But that wasn't all. There was a woman that fell in love with me, and made up her mind to marry me. I told her that I was no sort of a man to tie to--that I was likely to be wiped out any day 'twixt sunrise and sunset, for I had more enemies than a candidate for President; but she wouldn't listen to sense, and so--_we buckled!_ Thank Heaven, I've coaxed her to stay East with friends while I've come out here; for, Sam, she'll be a widow inside of six weeks!" "Bill, you've been hitting benzine heavy of late haven't you? "No; I never drank lighter in my life than I have for a year past. But there's a shadow cold as ice on my soul! I've never felt right since I pulled on that red-haired Texan at Abilene, in Kansas. You remember, for you was there. It was kill or get killed, you know, and when I let him have his ticket for a six-foot lot of ground he gave one shriek--it rings in my ears yet. He spoke but one word--'Sister!' Yet that word has never left my ears, sleeping or waking, from that time to this. I had a sister once myself, Sam, and I loved her a thousand times more than I did life. In fact I never loved life after I lost her. And I can't tell you all about her--I'd choke if I tried. It is enough that she died, and the cause of her death died soon after, and I wasn't far away when--when he went under. But that isn't here nor there, Sam--let's go and warm up. Where do you hang out?" "I'm in camp close by. I'm heading a party that is bound in for the Black Hills. Captain Jack Crawford is along. You know him. And California Joe, too."