That was why he glowed with internal warmth and pride.

The settlements would be destroyed and he, in fact, would be the destroyer.
Braxton Wyatt entered the edge of the woods, still occupied with the cruel triumph that was to be his.

He did not notice that the foliage was gradually shutting out the firelight.

Presently he saw, or believed that he saw, a shadowy but terrible figure.

It was the figure of the one whom he dreaded most on earth.
It was but a glimpse of a form, seen through the bushes, but Wyatt's blood turned cold in every vein.