Soon after
you left, we took Milton over to Wilson's ranch and left Ag to look out
for him. He's coming along fine, by the way. We wired our dilemma to
our Chief in Washington and he told us to go into southern Texas and
investigate some conditions there for him. To our surprise, Curly
wanted to go along, as soon as he found we were later going into Mexico
to an old stamping ground of his. Well, we had a great time on the
Border. It wasn't so bad until the hombres began to get nasty, and as
you may recall, neither Curly nor my now good pal Forr stand well under
sniping. It got so finally that we had to stand watch over our outfit
at night, and Curly got a bullet in his bladder. He bled so we
couldn't move him and Forr went out, thirty miles, after a doctor.
While we waited, Curly got me to set down the stuff I am sending you
under separate cover. He also made his will and left you his mining
claims, all merely prospects so far. He says you know how he came to
feel as he does about Brown and Fowler. However that may be, it
certainly is the dirtiest story I ever heard one man tell on others
and, dying though he was, I begged Curly to let me tear the paper up
and let the story go into the grave with him.
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