I dreaded facing him--not from fear, but because I must see more and more of the signs of guilt in Diane's father.
He awaited me on the porch.

As usual, he wore riding garb, but evidently he had not been out so far this day.

He looked worn.

There was a furtive shadow in his eyes.

The haughty, imperious temper, despite Sally's conviction, seemed to be in abeyance.
"Russ, what's this I hear about Martin's saloon being cleaned out ?" he asked.