Still, like the long-experienced man in the open, he looked around for more to do, and his gaze fell upon his weapons, lying on his saddle.

His rifle was a Henry--shiny and smooth from long service and care.

His small gun was a Colt's 45.

It had been carried in a saddle holster.

Wade rubbed the rifle with his hands, and then with a greasy rag which he took from the sheath.