Lone Wolf's Woman. Carol Finch

groaned inwardly at the thought of a young boy growing up so alone, alienated and cruelly discarded.

      “I trained myself to be tough and competent enough with every weapon so I could withstand the ridicule and defend myself when I reentered white society.”

      He laughed humorlessly as he glanced at Julia. “The irony of all this is that instead of heading west I decided to headquarter in this particular area. When I came here eight years ago, Dodge City was a fledgling town that had sprung up around the buffalo-hide business.

      “Criminals showed up to rob and swindle traders and merchants and I was sent to track them down. I made plenty of money because business was brisk. But deep down inside I knew the reason I set up camp here was to let Sol know that I was never so far away that he could forget I existed. I wanted to be the ever-present thorn in his side.”

      Julia smiled faintly. She could understand Lone Wolf’s need to prove himself to the world—to Sol in particular. He never wanted Sol to forget the injustice and rejection.