"It's the end of Dan Barry," said Buck. "Lee, we'll never have Whistlin'
Dan for a friend again. He's wild for good."
The sheriff turned and eyed him closely.
"He's got to come back," said Haines. "He's got to come back for the sake
of Kate."
"He'd better be dead for the sake of Kate," answered Buck.
"Why, partner, this isn't the first time he's gone wild."
"Don't you see, Lee?"
"Well?"
"He's fighting to kill. 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. Look at that house back there. It's packed full of hell, and all
along of you. Lee, let's get back. I'm feelin' sick inside.
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