The outside lights of the Maddox hotel shined as bright as day.

They were brighter than butch Cassidy had ever seen.

The street lamps cast a warm yellow glow on the faces of the usual crowd for a Saturday

night.

Drove's of cowboys came looking to spend their dollars on a drink or a girl.

Gambler sauntered from one saloon to another, ready to take the cowboys money.

The girls, some called them stray doves, stood just off the street.

They worked the bordellos and crib houses that populated this section of Fort Worth.

None of these folks paid butch any mind as he stood there amazed at the light.

Cassidy had come to Hell's half acre and he didn't know if he liked it.

Four men stood with butch.

The five of them were dressed to the hilt.

They wore the most fashionable suits of the day, each one topped with a new Derby hat.

Butch led them down the street to a small shop.

Its front window displayed photographs.

The sign above the door read, the Swartz View Company.

Butch waved a hand and said gentlemen, after you.

In the studio upstairs there was a fuss as to who sat and who stood.

It was finally decided that butch would sit on one side, Sundance on the other, and then

the tall Texan kill Patrick would sit in the middle.

William News Carver stood behind Sundance and Harvey Logan stood behind butch.

With a gleam in his eye butch appeared to be the only one who was comfortable.

...