LAS VEGAS - Today, the bravest man I've ever known lies six feet under the desert floor on North Main Street in downtown Las Vegas.
My best friend James "Buffalo Jim" Barrier called me at 5:30, Saturday, April 5, the evening of his death. He said he had just got back from his office where he picked up the following unsigned letter.
"Steve, read the part about he's using people to get close to me, and about the female. I always knew that getting me into a compromising situation with a girl in a hotel room would be an invitation for me to get killed. I'm smarter than them. I know better."
