Doug Brown was seventeen years old when cattle rustlers burned their small Wyoming farm, killing his father and stealing every head of cattle he and his father had gathered in five days. Doug rode in with a small herd his father had sent him after. He saw the devastation and found his father lying face down in front of the half burnt barn. His body was riddled with several bullets, most in his back. He searched the dying embers of the barn and found a shovel with the handle still smoldering. The metal was too hot to hold, so he pulled on his gloves, took the shovel to the horse trough and dropped it in. Though it was getting dark, he walked a hundred yards from the house to the top of a low knoll, kneeling down beside a small headstone.