He now lies in "Boots Graveyard," a part of the Sidney cemetery, that was set aside for the boys who died in the classic way of the early west.

"Bad men" were always drifting in and out of the early camps, and through the frontier towns, and it was somewhat difficult to distinguish the real from the make-believe. Occasionally one would make his bluff stand up for a time, but he eventually met someone that "called him."

In "Ole Cheyenne" it used to be the standing joke that a cowpuncher who had taken on too much of a load, was a candidate for Hat creek. Why Hat creek was the proposed destination for a fellow that was full, is more than I ever learned. But that stream, if it may be called a stream, is up towards the headwaters of White river, and was on the line of the trail from Fort Laramie to Deadwood. Sending them up Hat creek became a classic in western expression, symbolizing a drunken cowpuncher, and it never failed to humiliate and shame.

One time a "bad man" drifted into Cheyenne, and his name was enough to strike terror to tenderfeet. "Red Path Bill" was a dread combination. "Bill" was a favorite name in the wild first years of the west, especially if the person was a bad man; but "Red Path" prefixed would certainly indicate for a bad man nothing less than a trail of human gore.

Red Path Bill was hungry -- voracious for human bones to crush in his mighty jaws, and