Hi, this is William Ramsey. Welcome to William Ramsey Investigates. Today's show will be episode 11 and final episode of My Confession Recollections of a Rogue by Samuel Chamberlain.

And we are finishing off chapter 35.

Glanton's gang, 20 miles from the canyon, we came to a mule trail that crossed the ravine

and ascended the right-hand bank on foot.

We came out on a broad plateau, and after an hour's sharp trot came inside of some distant buildings on a hill, mud hovels, and the tower of a church in a prosidio.

This was the town of Frontreras.

Leaving the trail, we directed our course towards a small grove of cottonwoods on the bank of a small stream.

Here under the shade trees, engage in sleeping playing cards, cleaning arms, and grooming

horses were some 40 wild brigand-like men who welcomed my companion with rough greetings.

To my great joy, my old acquaintances of Ben Tobin, Doc Irving, and Sam Tate of McCulloch's

Rangers, came forward and bid Pelonsilo Jack, welcome to Glanton's

bivouac. A rough-looking, short, thick-set man came forward and saluted Hitchcock and myself in the

following choice language. What in hell have you got there, Tom? Where were ye spawned, stranger,

and where do you tie up?

I recognized in this frontier, Chesterfield, the John Glantin of the San Antonio Bexar Exchange tragedy, and was about to answer him when he extended his hand as if to shake

hands with me.

I reached out mine when the ruffian with a horse laugh sees me by the nose,

giving it a severe twist.

Surprised and indignant at such unwarranted treatment,

the moment he let go without thinking of the consequence,

I struck him with all my might in the face, sending him to the grass.

My safety was now the question.

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