Mounting, he galloped down the draw, over the little red ridges, out into the valley, where he put his horse to a run.
Action changed the sickening horror that sight of Bernardino had engendered.

Jean even felt a strange, grim relief.

The long, dragging days of waiting were over.

Jorth's gang had taken the initiative.
Blood had begun to flow.

And it would continue to flow now till the last man of one faction stood over the dead body of the last man of the other.