difficulty in translating what Doc said. It was a quote from Seneca: "There is no easy way from the earth to the stars."

We talked for a few minutes longer, and then I left. About five months later, I learned that Doc had died at the hotel and was buried in Glenwood Springs. Because I knew Doc, I wrote his obituary for the paper.

Several months later, in the spring of 1888, I was sitting on the front porch of our house thinking about Doc and other people I had met since leaving Lawrence. Even though we had remained in touch via the occasional letter, I wondered how Signore Difranco was doing out in the Orient. I wondered about Wyatt and Virgil, about cousin Charley Higgins and Bill Tilghman.

My thoughts had just turned to Bat Masterson when I observed a familiar figure approa...

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