She thought, too, of John Haydon of the Star ranch--the big, smiling, serene-eyed man who seemed to bring a breath of romance with him each time he visited the Rancho Seco. Haydon would help her, she knew, and she would go to him in the morning. Her father had trusted Haydon, and she would trust him. Haydon was the one man in the section who seemed to have no fear of Deveny and his men--many times he had told her that most of the stories told of Deveny's crimes were untrue--that he had not committed all those that were attributed to him. Not that Haydon condoned those offenses upon which Deveny stood convicted by circumstantial evidence. Nor had Haydon ever sought to defend Deveny. On the other hand, Haydon's condemnation of the outlaw and his men had been vigorous--almost too vigorous for Haydon's safety, she had heard her father say. It was when her thoughts dwelt upon Harlan that she was most puzzled--and impressed. For though she was acquainted with the man's reputation--knowing him to be an outlaw of the reckless, dare-devil type--she felt the force of him, the compelling originality of him--as he differed from the outlaw of popular conception--his odd personality, which seemed to be a mingling of the elements of character embracing both good and evil. For though an outlaw himself, he had protected her from outlaws. And she had seen in his eyes certain expressions that told her that he felt impulses of sympathy and of tenderness. And his words to Deveny and others had seemed to hint of a fairly high honorableness. And though she had seen in his eyes a cold gleam that was convincing evidence of the presence of those ruthless passions which had made him an enemy of the law, she had also detected expressions in his eyes that told plainly of genial humor, of gentleness, and of consideration for other humans. But whatever she had seen in him, she felt his force--the terrible power of him when aroused. It was in the atmosphere that surrounded him; it was in the steady gleam of his eyes, in the poise of his head, and in the thrust of his jaw, all around him. She feared him, yet he fascinated her--compelled her--seemed to insist that she consider him in her scheme of life. In fact, he had made it plain to her that he intended to be considered. "I'm stayin' here," he had told her in his slow, deliberate way. And that seemed to end it--she knew he _would_ stay; that he was determined, and that nothing short of force would dissuade him. And what force could she bring against him? A man whose name, mentioned in the presence of other men, made their faces blanch.