Not from a sheriff or ranger! Men who hide from them don't act like Jackrabbit Benson.

He's hidin' from some guy who's huntin' him to kill him.

Wal, I'm always expectin' to see some feller ride in here an' throw a gun on Benson.

Can't say I'd be grieved." Duane casually glanced in the direction indicated, and he saw a spare, gaunt man with a face strikingly white beside the red and bronze and dark skins of the men around him.

It was a cadaverous face.