He's shooting to kill, and he ain't ever done that before.

He crippled his men; he put 'em out of the way with a busted leg or a plugged shoulder; but now he's out to finish 'em.

Lee, he'll never come back." He looked to the white face of Vic Gregg, standing by, and he said without anger; "Maybe it ain't your fault, but you've started a pile of harm.

Look at these gents around you, the sheriff and all--they're no better'n dead, Gregg, and that's all along of you.

Barry has started on the trail of all of you.