There was blood on his clothing.

The evidence was convincing, deadly.

And this man--" Kent paused, and in the darkness Marette's hand crept down his arm to his hand, and her fingers closed round it.
"Was the man you lied to save," she whispered.
"Yes.

When the halfbreed's bullet got me, I thought it was a good chance to repay Sandy McTrigger for what he did for me in that tent years before.

But it wasn't heroic.