When my riders left me I had to have any one I could get." "Is it true what I hear--that he's a gun-man, a Mormon-hater, steeped in blood ?" "True--terribly true, I fear." "But what's he doing here in Cottonwoods?
This place isn't notorious enough for such a man.

Sterling and the villages north, where there's universal gun-packing and fights every day--where there are more men like him, it seems to me they would attract him most.

We're only a wild, lonely border settlement.

It's only recently that the rustlers have made killings here.

Nor have there been saloons till lately, nor the drifting in of outcasts.