William Brady was in the living room with his wife and daughter, who were sewing. He was reading the newspaper, and on the front page was a picture of John Tunstall. The sheriff became annoyed since it had been two months since his death. The Regulators had been quiet; it bugged him, Dolan, and Murphey. He knew they were planning something and had to find out what. The newspaper was thrown to the side as he went to his gun holster. His wife, Maria, noticed as she put her seeing materials down. "My dearest, where are ya going?"

"I'm gonna be on the road and gonna arrest McSween. I have a warrant for his arrest. Dolan and Murphey want him and Chisum out of the way."

Maria gasped as she went to her husband. "My love, it's not safe, dear. Ya should send yer men to do it." 

"I have to be there; I ain't no coward. Before goin' there, I'm gonna talk with Charles; it'd be best that he and Madeline marry soon to bring our families together. 

Madeline stopped sowing when she heard her Father wanting her to marry Charles soon. The thought of marrying at such a young age terrified her. "Ma', Pa, I need to tell ya somethin'." 

The couple gave their daughter their full attention. "What is Madeline? Are ya stressing about the weddin'? Well, ya don't have to worry; Netty said that she will be handling the decorations and-"

"That's what I wanted to talk to ya both about." The young woman felt dread at the pit of her stomach. She has always been quiet since her parents decided everything for her. However, them arranging her marriage was too much for her. "I-I don't wanna marry Charles." It was silent. Only the clock was heard ticking. Madeline felt her body tremble; she finally said what she felt but feared her parents' reactions. "I never wanted to marry him. I want to explore more of the world and choose my husband. Charles has a man's body but an immature child's mind."

To the women's surprise, Brady laughed. He laughed so hard that he held onto a chair to keep him on his feet. "Well, ya got that right. Ya marryin' him to bring us more fortune, Madeline. Yer gonna be the wife of a landowner. It can be passed down to ya and yer youngins when Charles dies."

Madeline stood on her own two feet. "I won't marry him, Pa! I-I will run away if I have to! I will make a scene before the wedding; I-" Brady walked toward his daughter and slapped her across the face. The impact was so hard that Madeline fell back to the sofa; blood trickled down her nose. 

Maria watched everything unfold but did and said nothing, horrified by her husband's temper. "It don't matter what ya want, Madeline. Yer gonna marry Charles if it's the last thing ya do! I will take ya to gunpoint or tie ya up at the church. Yer gonna give me what I want. Now get back to yer room before I pull ya there."

Whimpers escaped the young woman's lips as she stood and ran to her room. Brady scoffed as he wiped his fist with his handkerchief. "What in blazes got into that brat's mind? Like hell I would pass up her marryin' a man with a lot of land."

Maria sighed as she patted her husband on the back. "She doesn't know a thing, Brady. She's young and doesn't know what is good for her. The wedding will still happen."

"Damn right, she will! She never sparked anythin' before!"

"Don't worry, dearest; I'll talk to her."

As Brady was about to speak, there was a knock on the door, and he went to answer. On the other side of the door, there were four other deputies. "Hey, Brady, catch ya in a bad time," said Deputy George Hindman.

"Naw, ya came in the nick of time. Let me get my gun and warrant." Brady got everything he needed, and once outside, one of his workers got his horse ready. The sheriff rode off to the road with the other deputies following him. The McSween ranch wasn't far from Tunstall's, but the Regulators didn't know what was about to go on. While on the road, Brady couldn't help but feel that he was being watched; the feeling was ignored.

As the group rode on, a shot was heard. "Brady, what in the-!?" More shots were fired and killed two deputies, and Brady and his men listened to a group of horses from afar. The deputies were trying to make sense of what was going on. Brady saw Regulator group members such as Jim French, John Middleton, Fred Waite, Henry Newton Brown, and Billy the Kid. They had their pistols aimed at him and his deputies. "Yer dead, Brady!" screamed Billy.

Brady knew he and his men were outnumbered, but he couldn't comprehend how they learned about the plan. "Retreat!"

A third deputy was shot down; only Brady and George were left standing. "Go, Brady! I-!" George couldn't finish his sentence as he was struck in the stomach. He screamed as he fell off his horse. Fear consumed Brady. The Regulator members were approaching him; Billy the Kid had his pistol. Brady tried to get his gun but couldn't undo the buckle. Billy shot Brady in his left leg and arm, making the sheriff lose his balance; Brady fell onto the ground while his horse ran away. Billy got off his horse and slowly walked towards him.

Brady looked for his pistol, a few inches from his right hand. He tried to reach it, but Billy stepped on his hand and kicked the pistol away. The rest of the Regulators stayed on their horses and watched the scene unfold. Billy pointed his gun toward Brady. "For John." Brady was shot in the head, killing him instantly. The young cowboy knelt and reached into Brady's pants and coat pockets.

"What are ya doin'! We gotta go before more come here," said Henry.

"Got it!" Billy reached out a paper from Brady's coat pocket and returned to his horse. "We can't leave the warrant for McSween! That son of a gun was about to get him! Let's go!" They passed the deputies they had killed.

Unknown to the group, one deputy, Billy Matthews, survived his gunshot wounds and crawled to his comrade. "Brady!" However, there was no response.

Brady was dead.