That fact blotted out the world.

He drew his gun again and stole down the length of the bar.

Once he stopped and poised the weapon before he realized that the white, fierce face that squinted at him was his own reflection in a mirror.
Outside the door the free wind caught at his face, and he blessed it in his heart, as if it had been the touch of the hand of a friend.
Beyond the long, dark, silent street the moor rose and passed up through the safe, dark spaces of the sky.
He must move quickly now.

The pursuit was not yet organized, but it would begin in a space of minutes.

From the group of half a dozen horses which stood before the saloon he selected the best--a tall, raw-boned nag with an ugly head.