The two young men stood thirty feet apart, facing each other in the early morning on a sandbar in the Mississippi River at St. Louis. Both men had removed their coats and vests. Another man asked if they were ready. They were. Now came the command: “Fire.” Two shots broke the morning stillness. One man fell to the sand, but honor was not satisfied, and what happened next haunted till death the man who was still standing.
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