Jack looks down contemplatively at his nickel-plated Colt Single Action Army revolver, he takes one last look at the body of the former director of the Bureau of Investigation dead from six .44-40 bullets in his gut and chest. With all of his family's enemies dead, Jack remounts his brown mare and rides back to Beecher's Hope in West Elizabeth, arriving just as the sky's open up. Jack rides into the barn and puts his horse in one of the stalls, pausing for only a moment to look out the main doors at the last thing his father saw, all those men who gunned him down after double-crossing him, and chocking up, remembering the last hug the two of them shared, he then runs back into the house and sleeps soundly in his parent's former bed...The 19 year old, spitting image of his father ranched peacefully for three years until while checking his mail at the Blackwater train station, he receives a draft notice and is sent to Dodge training camp in DeMoines and then off to France. The young man remembers how his father didn't want him to be a needless killer like him, but rationalizes it in that it's for his country...He's put in the 168th infantry where his time growing up hunting and tracking with his father made him a natural and he was issued a 1903 Springfield with a 5x Winchester scope and racked up a total of 15 kills in the 18 months be was there, taking a shrapnel wound from a shell explosion. While in the trenches, he also notices two of "those machines that make men fly like angles" fighting above No man's land. Jack was given an honorable medical discharge in the spring of 1918. He's shipped home and resumes his life. Jack can finally spend his life ranching just like his father John wanted, it's the summer of 1920, in Missouri as Jack takes a deep breath and looks out over his family's land, the mountains, big sky, and the beautiful vastness of it all. The 25 year old World War 1 veteran and purple heart recipient turns back to walk past the graves of his beloved father, mother Abigail, and family friend "Uncle". Jack takes one last look at their headstones before walking back to the ranch itself to start cleaning up and repairing, both from the U.S Marshal's raid and the general dilapidated neglect wrought by Uncle's lazy incomitance. As he works, alongside his wife Marybeth LeMatt who he met while he was stationed in France. Jack thinks on his life as his kids, 5 year old Jack, and 3 year old Arthur, play outside...With the ranch back in working order, back when his father and Uncle built it, Jack resumes his peaceful life living off the land, still being able to hunt and fish and grow his crops in this area of America still untouched by the rapidly encroaching modernity....5 years later, the now 30 year old, now leading moose and elk hunting trips, buys a new Winchester Model 54 rifle in the brand new 270 cartage, using a 130 grain soft noise lead bullet, over his life he takes over 50 moose and elk bulls and cows with his clients mostly butchering and eating them, but also keeping his most impressive moose and elk bull as a trophy mount in his house. Jack makes it to the ripe old age of 90, dying of a heart attack while riding the plains in the winter of 1990. He was buried next to his parents and Uncle with the inscription "A good and simple man finally redeemed and at piece" surrounded by his 70 year old wife Marybeth and his sons Jack, now 75, and Arthur, 72 named after their grandfather and their father's best friend. There was someone else in attendance that no one predicted seeing, a man of around 85 who introduced himself as Ashton Kimler, he told the family of how Jack had saved his life, He was hunting elk in the mountains when he was suddenly surrounded by coyotes. They were snarling and closing in, he started to run, and as they chased him, he hears six shots accompanied by the distinct sound of a lever action being worked. When the shooting stopped, the coyotes were all dead and here comes Jack walking up with a smoking Winchester 94 carbine in his hands. I thanked him for saving my life and he just smiled and said, "I'll give you half the meat and pelts if you help me butcher these." Everyone smiled and laughed softly, knowing that was their father's personality. Always willing to do the right thing and as honest as they come.