He knows Steele's reputation, but I don't mean that.

I mean Steele in the flesh, his nerve, the something that's in his eyes.
"Now, when it comes to handling a gun the man doesn't breathe who has anything on Steele.

There was an outlaw, Duane, who might have killed Steele, had they ever met.

I'll tell you Duane's story some day.

A girl saved him, made a Ranger of him, then got him to go far away from Texas." "That was wise.