October 29th, 2007

I’m trying to get back to work today. I have been writing about Bat Masterson and his role in the posse that set out to capture Dora Hand’s killer. It’s hard to stay focused. It seems like my faith and circumstances have been in a head on collision. I don’t think believing in a good God makes sense right now. I don’t think he likes me much. Don’t think he liked my brother either. My mother wants him to be buried next to her at the Norborne Cemetery, but I can’t let that happen. Just thinking about what those absolute horrors of individuals did to him in life makes me shudder to think what they what do to his grave in death. What happens to him will be a closely guarded secret. You know, Bat Masterson excaped death more than once. He was shot in the pelvis during a gunfight at the Lady Gay Saloon near the Sweetwater Creek in Texas. An Army surgeon managed to remove the bullet, but he walked with a limp for the rest of his life. I miss my brother. Like I said, it’s hard to stay focused.