Yer step back thar, Sam Hayes, er else Gulpin County will be lookin' 'round fer another sheriff.

I 've got plumb ter the limit o' patience in this game." Winston grasped the old man's uplifted arm, whirling him sharply around.
"No," he exclaimed almost wearily, "it 's not to be a fight yet; let--let her decide between us." She was already coming, walking alone directly across the open space toward them.

The eyes of the bewildered men were upon her, marking the white face, rendered more noticeable by its frame of dark, uncovered hair, the firm, womanly chin, the tightly compressed lips, the resolute, unwavering eyes.

She walked firmly, confidently forward, her head proudly uplifted, a stately dignity about her bearing which could not be ignored.

If she perceived either Winston or Farnham in that group she gave no sign, never halting until she stood directly before Sam Hayes.