He did it so neatly and so easily, breaking him as he might have broken a stick, that he was well off in flight before it was discovered that his victim was dead.

The next tragedy followed quickly--a fortnight later, when Corporal Lee and a private from the Fort Churchill barracks closed in on him out on the edge of the Barren.

Bram didn't fire a shot.

They could hear his great, strange laugh when they were still a quarter of a mile away from him.
Bram merely set loose his wolves.

By a miracle Corporal Lee lived to drag himself to a half-breed's cabin, where he died a little later, and the half-breed brought the story to Fort Churchill.
After this, Bram disappeared from the eyes of the world.