Daughter of the Sun

Jim Kendric had arrived and the border town knew it well. All who knew the man foresaw that he would come with a rush tarry briefly for a bit of wild joy and leave with a rush for the Lord knew where and the Lord knew why. For such was ever the way of Jim Kendric. A letter at the postoffice had been the means of advising the entire community of the coming of Kendric. The letter was from Bruce West down in Lower California and scrawled across the flap were instructions to the postmaster to hold it for Jim Kendric who would arrive within a couple of weeks. Furthermore the word URGENT was not to be overlooked. Among the men drawn together in hourly expectation of the arrival of Kendric one remarked thoughtfully: