There's men that will tempt you out of pure deviltry, an' others that will try to shoot such a fancy out of your system.

But I didn't wear the 'Square' because I wanted to--folks hung it onto me without me askin'.

That's one reason I left Tombstone; I'd got tired of posin' as an angel." He saw her face grow thoughtful and a haunting expression come into her eyes.
"You haven't told me how he looked," she said.
Sanderson lied.

He couldn't tell her of the dissipation he had seen in her brother's face, nor of the evilness that had been stamped there.
He drew a glowing picture of the man he had buried, and told her that had he lived her brother would have done her credit.
But Sanderson suffered no remorse over the lie.

For he saw her eyes glow with pride, and he knew that the picture he had drawn would be the ideal of her memory for the future..