Tex dropped his gun back into the holster and went up to the nephew. "Much obliged, Hennery," he said. "I’ve been expectin’ him most every minute an’ I’m glad you handled it so good. Where’s he been keepin’ hisself, anyhow?" "Out in his cabin, nursin’ his grudge," answered Henry. "He’s one of them kind. He’s got it chalked up ag’in’ you, Tex, an’ it’ll smolder an’ smolder, no tellin’ how long. Then it’ll bust out ag’in, like it did just now. Keep out of his way--he’s a good man, Jake is. He’s a friend of mine." "That’s good enough for me," Tex assured him. "I ain’t got no grudge ag’in’ Jake. It’s th’ other way ’round. Reckon I’ll put up my cayuse. See you later." *CHAPTER XI* *EMPTY HONORS* The dramatic death of Bud Haines created a ripple of excitement in Windsor which ran a notch higher than any killing of recent years. The late gunman posed as a gunman, swaggeringly, exultantly. Himself a contributor of victims to Boot Hill, his going there aroused a great deal more satisfaction than resentment. He was unmourned, but not unsung, and the question raised by his passing concerned the living more than the dead. How would his conqueror behave? Bud was an out-and-out killer, cold, dispassionate, calculating; one whose gun was for hire and salary. He had no sympathy, no softer side to his nature, if his fellow-townsmen knew him right. The crooked mouth, grown into a lop-sided sneer, had been a danger signal to everyone who saw him, and through his up-to-then invincible gun Williams had passed his days in confidence, his nights in sleep. He had been taciturn, unsmiling, grim, and the few words he occasionally uttered were never cryptic. On the other hand Tex Jones was voluble, talked loosely and foolishly and had shown signs at poker that his courage was not what it should be to wrap the mantle of the fallen man about him and play his part; but had it been truly shown? Was his poker playing a true index to his whole nature? There was his brief, high-speed, complete mastery over Jake, himself a man bad enough to merit wholesome respect; there was the cool killing of Bud, and the nonchalant actions of the victor after the tragedy. He scarcely had given his victim a second look.