A book written by One-Eyed Butch
- "Yea it's my love that hath kissed my brow. How I hath longed to see her and touch her fine hair! Yea I would die a thousand deaths within her arms!... Though my love is a gazelle unto me, I shall not follow her in vain. Nay, not in vain! Thy hair is like the warmth of the sun. Thy skin is like the first snow. Thy lips are like the morning dew. Thine eyes are pools of emerald that glisten in the moonlight of a summer's eve."