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Our job, as described by the judge, was to look into the backgrounds of certain individuals and determine whether they had the potential of becoming law breakers. There was very little, if any, violence involved in this endeavor - That is until the last few jobs. It seemed as if we were becoming more like bounty hunters than investigators.

Cowboy is pursued by outlaw. Gets shot and cornered in cabin.

"I'm afraid, Murph," I said. "What if she won't accept a one-armed man?" She turned me loose and stepped back. I stood, letting her take a good look at me. The whole me. The half me. Her eyes moved slowly up and down my body, her eyes finally coming to rest on my empty sleeve. My heart seemed to stop beating. My breath caught in my throat.

This is a short story of a man hired to guard, as he puts it, a worthless stinky smelly mud hole.

Greed is an awful thing. It can take over a person's mind and consume all their energy, until it is brought to fulfillment in either of two ways. One being death, or the other way, which is the preferable way, is to find and procure that which a person is greedy for.

The awful war was finally over and I was going home. I hoped I still had a home. I didn't leave on very good terms. Me heading north and my three brothers going south. Pa said he just couldn't understand how a son of his could turn against his family like that. I tried to explain my convictions, but he didn't want to listen. So I climbed up on my horse and pointed him north. I got about 100 yards out, then I stopped, turned in the saddle and said goodbye to the home I had known for all of my 17years.