I've always asserted that murderers, homicides,
suicides, were irresponsible; that they were sick here." Ellsworth
touched his forehead. "I can't see how any sane man can take his
own or another's life, no matter what the provocation. But I'm not
a doctor, and that's an extreme view, I know. Anyhow, you'll agree
that if you have Frank Law's blood in your veins it won't do to
marry."
"I haven't got it," the younger man groaned, his gaze turned
sullenly downward. "Even granting that I have, that's no sign I'd
ever--run amuck the way he did."
"You told me just now that you don't know your family history?"
"Yes. What little I've heard isn't very pretty nor very much to
the family's credit. They were a bad lot, I believe."
"Frank Law had two brothers and a sister, had he not?"
"Yes. One of my uncles was a tough hombre. I'm told he notched his
gun pretty well."
"He was about the worst man of his day. He was shot in Dodge City
on one of his rampages."
Dave raised shocked and curious eyes. "You think he was crazy?"
"Most of those old-time gunmen would be so considered nowadays.
Some unbelievable stories are told about that uncle of yours.
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