"Killin' Jorth might be the end of your desires, Isbel, but it 'd never end our fight.

We'll have gone too far....

If we take Jorth's trail from heah it means we've got to wipe out that rustier gang, or stay to the last man." "Yes, by God!" exclaimed Fredericks.
"Let's drink to thet!" said Blue.

Strangely they turned to this Texas gunman, instinctively recognizing in him the brain and heart, and the past deeds, that fitted him for the leadership of such a clan.

Blue had all in life to lose, and nothing to gain.