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Sixteen stitches, an unconventional weddin', an' one hell of a party later, (at which time Jim passed Mac free and clear title to six hundred acres of the fertilist soil in the whole, entire Cherokee Outlet--in Miss Sarah Lou Burke's name a' course) U.S. Marshal James Crown left Cimarron for the last time.
Along with him went his new wife and their young son, all of his books, pictures, paintings and office furniture, (includin' one special paperweight), his own personal saddle horses and his entire string of OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT USE ONLY mounts. (After five years--an' several thousands a' miles--Jim figured the animals were every bit as wore out as he was and needed retirin', too).
Speakin' a whi-ich...
At precisely noon, on the sixteenth of September, 1893, the U.S. Marshal's resignation officially took effect.
He and Katelyn settled down on the 'Two Crowns' an' began raisin' cattle...kids...an' horses...though, not necessrily in that order!
THE END...e-er, NEW BEGINNIN'
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