Rainmaker

There is a section of Kansas in which I shall never be welcome. This is the reason for it. Frontier Gentlemen, here with 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. Now starring John Dana, this is the story of J.B. Kendall. Frontier Gentlemen. I had arrived in the town of Osawatomie by way of riverboat down the Missouri to Kansas City, and then overland to this site of the famous battle.

I hoped to write a story on the abolitionist John Brown, but two things prevented my doing so. The first was the weather. In a region where I was told the rain was plentiful, not a drop it for more than three months. Eastern Kansas was in the grip of a severe drought. The second reason was Darby Buhlman. I met him as I was doing a sketch of John

Brown's cabin. He drew up an wagon, got down and peered over my shoulder, silent for a few minutes, then cleared his throat and said, Hard ain't it? Yes, very. Ain't seasonal. Oh, so I'm told.

You, uh, stranger around here? Mm-hmm. Me too. Just come in town. Ain't much to see either. No, not much. It's a pretty fair likeness of the cabin. Mm-hmm. Thank you. Tim Ray don't seem to stick out just right though.

You don't mind me saying. Well, it's... It's only a rough sketch. It's squishy enough, neither. Outside of that, ain't bad. You make a living doing that? No. No, I'm a writer. This is a sideline.