Jackson Gregory

“ If I had not thought you were a friend and brought you there, maybe you would not have lived! Don't you see?
"Don't you see?" Again, groaning aloud he had drawn back from her, and she had come to his side once more, had again lain her hand softly upon his arm. "And don't you see something else? We were growing to be such friends, you and I, Dick Farley. Didn't I read right the things which you did not say that day you went away, the things which were in your heart? Didn't you see the things in my heart, too? ”

“ She came slowly toward him until she stood in the firelight, so near that he could have put out his hand and touched her. He saw the brown arms reflecting the wavering fire, the dark braids, the full, round throat, her eyes even, deep and earnest. And something he glimpsed in their quiet depths sent a quick pain to his heart.
"Yes," she answered as if he had spoken. "I heard. I listened outside. I heard every word." She broke off, only her hands clasping each other tightly showing him that the calmness of her still figure was forced over a tumult within. ”

“ Instead, he said after a moment:
"And being his pardner, you are going to try to square things for him; to be judge and jury and hangman; to kill the man who killed him? Well, every man is his own court out here, where we are so far beyond the law. And when a man is dead it is up to his pardner. That is the way you feel about it?"
"Yes," Dalton laughed mirthlessly. "We are beyond the law here—we are not beyond the reach of justice. Justice—or revenge? It is hard to see one for the other, sometimes! ”