When Nate Love got off the stage, many curious people looked his way. He was a man of about thirty, with a handsome, fearless face that looked at home in the hot Texas sun. The two glittering eyes that looked out of his dark face were bright and restless. His dark hair, wavy and long, fell to his broad shoulders. His form was athletic, indicating great strength and endurance. He was clad in buckskin and a hunting shirt. He wore cavalry boots, armed with Mexican spurs, and upon his head was a hat with a curled brim, ornamented with a diamond five-point star in front. On the left side of the crown was an eagle embroidered in gold, as well as a rattlesnake skin that had been made into a hat band. All around him were whispers from those who recognized this handsome, dark-skinned cowboy, but be
