The summer of ’80 was when he first showed in town. July, I recall, during an unnatural hot spell, like the mines had busted through to the fires of Hell itself. The way I hear it, he come in from the northwest, from Benson or further.

His horse was near to dead, lathered up something terrible: you’d a thought that it hadn’t had water in days. A man who don’t care after his horse is a man who don’t care much about anything.

So he takes that horse first to the West End Corral over on Second and tried to sell it to Daniel. That didn’t work so he goes to Dunbar’s on Fremont. Well, Ed’s not an idiot. So he takes it over to the Arizona Corral on Third, but Will doesn’t buy it either.

So what does he do then? He takes the pack and saddle from the horse. Will tried to get him to leave the Arizona, but he pulls out his six-shooter and shoots the animal point-blank through the forehead. Horse goes down dead. And then he had the gall to offer to sell the saddle. Will gave him half its value and kicked him out.