Al regarded her in silence for a minute, led Snake to his own horse, mounted and rode on.
He was a murderer; he had undoubtedly killed many men.

He would kill her if she attempted to escape--"and he could not catch me," Lorraine was just enough to add.

Yet she felt baffled; cheated of the full horror of being kidnapped.
She had no knowledge of a bad man who was human in spots without being repentant.

For love of a girl, she had been taught to believe, the worst outlaw would weep over his past misdeeds, straighten his shoulders, look to heaven for help and become a self-sacrificing hero for whom audiences might be counted upon to shed furtive tears.
Al Woodruff, however, did not love her.

His eyes had once or twice softened to friendliness, but love was not there.