My name is P.K. Pinkerton and before this day is over I will be dead.

I am trapped down the deepest shaft of a Comstock silver mine with three desperados closing in on me. Until they find me, I have my pencil & these ledger sheets and a couple of candles. If I write small & fast, I might be able to write an account of how I came to be here. Then whoever finds my body will know the unhappy events that led to my demise. And they will also know who done it. This is what I would like my tombstone to say:

P.K. Pinkerton
Born in Hard Luck, September 26, 1850
Died in Virginia City, September 28, 1862
‘Ye are all one in Christ Jesus’ Galatians 3:28
R.I.P.