In the month of November on this 12th day in the year of Nineteen Hundred and Thirteen I make my last entry for my mission has been completed. I discovered him in a cabin in the hills of Dakota territory. He being near fifty years of age was ill with sickness and fever. Water had filled his lungs and I watched as he took his final struggling breath. He did not see me standing over him as his eyesight had failed. Death has come for him and I shall...