My Friend Will

This small book is a reprint of the last chapter of "The King of the Broncos." From the Foreword: "There is no being 'carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease' - no more than there was in the time of the amiable Dr. Watts. There are not even automatic crutches. You have got to sweat over them yourself. This story of what one man did is just a little saw for any one in the prisons of Fate; and it will cut the bars only IF he can use it. And the only way to use it is - to USE it, feeling that you are at least as much a man as Our Friend Will."