“There used to be a traveling preacher who wandered through this border country. I knew the man well. His name was Windthorst—Herman Windthorst. He stopped in this clearing and preached a sermon to a bunch of vaqueros once, but while he was preaching a dove lit on a limb above him. I guess Herman took it as a holy omen, because he decided to stop wandering and start up a town.”
