“You damned young fool!” Lefty Dunlin screamed in rage. “I told you to quit while you still could. You ain’t made for this life. And now you’ve killed a man!”

Danny Crossett was too numb to speak as the outlaw went on. “And you might at least have killed some bully or gun-fightin’ swine. But a straight one like Tolliver—”

Dunlin seemed to choke with fury and disgust. “Now you’re with me forever, I guess. But kid—they’ll kill you in less than three months!”—Preface.