"Killing's not quite the word, because one shot would have been enough to free him of the lad, and the rancher fired twice into him.

They figured, from the way the trooper was lying and the footprints, that he meant to finish him." The farmer's face was very grim as he said, "They were sure it was Winston ?" "Yes," and the soldier watched him curiously.

"Any way, they were sure of his horse, and it was Winston's rifle.

Another trooper nearly got him, and he left it behind him.

It wasn't killing, for the trooper don't seem to have had a show at all, and I'm glad to see it makes you kind of sick.