Powder River Kid

There seemed to be only two kinds of people in Montana territory, the good and the bad. Sometimes it's hard to tell which is which. Frontier Gentlemen, herewith an Englishman's account of life and death in the West.

As a reporter for the London Times, he writes his colorful and unusual stories. But as a man with a gun, he lives and becomes a part of the violent years in the new territories. Well, starring John Dainer, this is the story of J.B. Kendall, frontier gentleman.

I was on my way back to Fort Benton on the Missouri River. When I reached Helena, there I was lucky enough to receive an offer of transportation in a wagon. So I sold my horse and we set out on the Mullen Road.

My companion, or bullwacker, as he called himself, was a leathery stringy chap who might have been 50 or 70, who was hard to tell. to tell. His name was George Scales, and he seemed more than happy to have someone to talk to.

Yes, sir. I was one of the first shots of the California Gold Rush when I was my father in 49. How old did you figure I am, boy? 58. I wouldn't think it would you? Well, 58. Never had a sick day in my life. Been married three times, buried two. The third got took by a pachy down in Arizona

territory. I've been to the poor son of a gun in and hooked up with her. Boy, she was on me in the species of Calico. You ever said eyes on? It was a lucky day for me. You married? No. You take my advice, boy. What do you say your name was? Kendall. Kendall.