He might be the hunted, but he bore himself as the hunter.

All vestige of the civilized man, trained to humanity and mercy, was gone.

Those who wished to kill were seeking him and he would kill in return.

The thin lips were slightly drawn back, showing the line of white teeth, the eyes were narrowed and in them was the cold glitter of expected conflict.

Brown hands, lean but big-boned and powerful, clasped a rifle having a long slender barrel and a beautifully carved stock.