Judd Travers was six feet and five inches of brawn and muscle. He ran the Travers Ranch with an iron hand, priding himself on being tough and strong. Even as he stood looking down on the sweet features of his ailing wife, Emma, who lay so pale and still before him. His clenched hands and sad face hid the emotions that stirred him so deeply, as he turned to the elderly man beside him, asking sadly if there was anything they could do to help her.