The dawn settled the dust of the previous day. Colonel William Walker faced a churned pink horizon, ready to die. He was about to be executed by a Nicaraguan government. Three smooth, shiny bore muskets aimed for this heart.
“Why did it come to this? Will I see Ellen again?” thought Walker. As the sentence of execution was read, the sun peaked cautiously from its cloud haven. Then a sword came slashing forward for the firing squad to quit the prisoner’s life.
At 36 years of age, William Walker became a quick legend. The date was September 12, 1860.