He did not care much, one way or another.

He had no home; he could not make one without the woman he loved.

He was a Soldier of Fortune; he was at the mercy of Fate, and he would drift along and let what came be welcome.

A soft footfall on the stairs and a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in," he said.
The door opened and Wetzel strode into the room.
"I come over to say somethin' to you," said the hunter taking the chair by the window and placing his rifle over his knee.
"I will be pleased to listen or talk, as you desire," said Alfred.
"I don't mind tellin' you that the punch you give Miller was what he deserved.

If he and Girty didn't hatch up that trick to ketch Betty, I don't know nothin'.