Mary Jane was a Salt Lake city girl and did not take to prairie open spaces and ranching. Also, Wayne drank and caroused too much. Many a night Wayne came home with a need to give a beating. One evening after some cattle died, Wayne went off in a black mood.
Mary Jane waited in the farm house with the shotgun. Wayne returned, having convinced himself the death of the cattle was Mary Jane's fault. She needed a lesson. He stormed through the door into the brilliant light of both barrels.
Word is Wayne in his drunken stupor got lost and is out there somewhere in the emptiness. Mary Jane has gone to San Francisco.
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