It was considered the most dangerous route in the Hills, but as my reputation as a rider and quick shot was well known, I was molested very little, for the toll gatherers looked on me as being a good fellow, and they knew that I never missed my mark.
Failure, it is thought, is what sells, and what people want to hear and read about. I am not so sure.
It's quite a feeling to finish something you have been 10 years beholden to and to have a clean slate.