Long before I'd learned no man of this breed or class--or God knows what--would give up any secrets! I had to see in a man's fear of death the connections with Milly Erne's fate.

An' as the years passed at long intervals I would find such a man.
"So as I drifted on the long trail down into southern Utah my name preceded me, an' I had to meet a people prepared for me, an' ready with guns.

They made me a gun-man.

An' that suited me.

In all this time signs of the proselyter an' the giant with the blue-ice eyes an' the gold beard seemed to fade dimmer out of the trail.