At night Bo would sit on his back porch overlooking the Verde Valley. After a bottle or two, he would swear he could hear Lilly calling him on the night winds, Lilly pleading for Bo's help.
One evening a neighbor saw Bo jump from his chair, wave his arms and call: Lilly, what yellow mine?
Bo cupped his ear, tripped and toppled off the porch head first, fatally breaking his neck.
Lilly was never found.