Chance had thrown him on the side of the law, but sooner or later dull times were sure to come and then Pete Glass would cut out work of his own making go bad.

The love of the man-trail is a passion that works in two ways, and they who begin by hunting will in the end be the hunted; the mountain-desert is filled with such histories.
"Three to five," said the sheriff, "sounds more interestin', Vic." A sudden passion to destroy that assured calm rose in Gregg.
"Three common men might make you a game," he said, glowering, "but them ain't common ones.

One of 'em I don't know, but he has a damned nervous hand.

Another is Lee Haines!" He had succeeded in part, at least.

The sheriff sat bolt erect; he seemed to be hearing distant music.
"Lee Haines!" he murmured.