Well, he would complete his work this night and kill her fighting face to face.
A man's death; that was all she craved.

She rose; she stepped boldly out into the center of the trail between the rocks.
There she saw the greatest wonder she had ever looked on.

It was McGurk walking with bare, bowed head, and after him, like a dog after the master, followed the white horse.

She shoved the revolver back into the holster.

This should be a fair fight.
"McGurk!" Very slowly the head went up and back, and there he stood, not ten paces from her, with the white moon full on his face.