"I didn't kill him--or hurt him. But I scared him so I'll bet he's runnin' yet.... Wilson, did all the shootin' mean a fight?"
"Tolerable."
"Oh, Dale, it was terrible! I saw it all. I--"
"Wal, Miss, you can tell him after I go.... I'm wishin' you good luck."
His voice was a cool, easy drawl, slightly tremulous.
The girl's face flashed white in the gloom. She pressed against the outlaw--wrung his hands.
"Heaven help you, Jim Wilson! You ARE from Texas!... I'll remember you--pray for you all my life!"
Wilson moved away, out toward the pale glow of light under the black pines.