She no longer gave any thought to Taggart; the struggle with him was an already fading nightmare in her recollection; he had been eliminated, destroyed, by the man who stood before her--by the man whose presence in the kitchen now stirred her to an emotion that she had never before experienced--by the man who had come back to her.

And that was all that she had cared for--that he would come back.
With a short laugh he released her and stepped over to where Taggart lay, looking down at him with a cold, satisfied smile.
"I reckon you won't bother nobody any more," he said.
He turned to Betty, the pale stiffness of his lips softening a little as she smiled at him.
"I want to thank you," he said, "for sendin' Toban after me.

He caught me.

I wasn't ridin' so fast an' I heard him comin'.

I knowed who it was, an' stopped to have it out with him.