For his 42 years on this Earth, John Wesley Hardin’s name was synonymous with outlaw. A killer at 15, in the next few years he became skilled enough with his pistols to back down Wild Bill Hickok in the street. By the time the law caught up with Hardin when he was 25, he had killed as many as 40 men and been shot so many times that, it was said, he carried a pound of lead in his flesh. In jail he became a scholar, studying law books until he won himself freedom, and afterward he tried to lead an upright life. It was not to be.
"Really bad book"
Dolores and her mother have not seen Dolores’s daddy for five days. Dolores - whom daddy calls Sugargirl - leaps to greet him when she hears his heavy steps on the front porch. Daddy is drunk, battered, and smells of cheap perfume; his return is cut short when Momma chases him out of the house with a hot iron. A few years later, when Momma is dead and Daddy is serving a 30-to-life stint in the state penitentiary, Dolores gets a letter addressed to Sugargirl. She is 16, on her own, and life will not get easier from here.