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I do remember my first love, Mad Carter MacRae recalls in this memoir of his early life. Her name was Estrella O Sullivan. I met her the summer I turned sixteen, back in 1873. She was part Mexican, part Irish, with a face that rivaled Helen of Troy s. Her first name meant Star, and I told her she shined brighter than any star on the clearest Kansas night. I may be a stove-up cowboy suffering from gout, arthritis, poor eyesight, and other ailments that come with too much chewing tobacco, too many chuckleheaded horses, and too many years in the saddle, but my memory of her hasn t faded one whit."