But he had never respected the law represented by his three enemies.

He was determined to avenge the murder of his men, but in his own time and in his own way.
His soul was in the grip of a mighty rage against Dale and the others; he longed to come into personal contact with them--to feel them writhe and squirm in his clutch.

And had he been the free agent he had always been until his coming to the Double A he would have gone straight to Okar, thus yielding to the blood lust that swelled his veins.
But he could not permit his inclinations to ruin the girl he had promised to protect.

He could kill Dale, Silverthorn, and Maison quite easily.

But he would have no defense for the deed, and the law would force him to desert Mary Bransford.
For an entire day following the return of himself and his men from the scene of the stampede Sanderson fought a terrific mental battle.