He had worshipped the sun and the moon and the stars.

The world had been a glorious place in which to live, in spite of its ceaseless peril for him.
But there was nothing of cheer left in his heart now as he stood in the blaze of the setting sun.

Paradise had come to him for a little while, and because of it he had lived a lie.

He had not told Jed Hawkins' foster-girl that he was an outlaw, and that he had come to the edge of civilization because he thought it was the last place the Royal Mounted would look for him.

When he went to her this evening it would probably be for the last time.