He had found much experience, he had become self-reliant, sophisticated.

There was about him an atmosphere of cold preparedness that discouraged encroachment on his privacy.

Men did not trifle with him, because they feared him.

Around Durango, where he had ridden for the Bar S outfit, it was known that he possessed Satanic cleverness with a six-shooter.
But if he was rapid with his weapons he made no boast of it.

He was quiet in manner, unobtrusive.