"I've seen other free men--most people called them desperadoes. What's a desperado in the real sense? A man who won't submit to the law. That's all he is. But, because he won't submit, he usually runs foul of other men. He kills one. Then he kills another. Finally he gets the blood lust. Well, Andy, that's what you never got. You killed one man--he brought it on himself. But look back over the rest of your career. Most people think you've killed twenty. That's because they've heard a pack of lies. You're a desperado--a free man--but you're not a man-killer. And there's the whole point. "And this was what turned you loose as a criminal--you thought the girl had cut loose from you. Otherwise to this day you'd have been trying to get away across the mountains and be a good, quiet member of society. But you thought the girl had cut loose from you, and it hurt you. Man-killer? Bah! You're simply lovesick, my boy!" "Talk slow," whispered Andrew. "My--my head's whirling." "It'll whirl more, pretty soon. Andy, do you know that the girl never married Charles Merchant?" There was a wild yell; Andrew was stopped in mid-air by a rifle thrust into his stomach. "She broke off her engagement. She came to me because she knew I was running the manhunt. She begged me to let you have a chance. She tried to buy me. She told me everything that had gone between you. Andy, she put her head on my desk and cried while she was begging for you!" "Stop!" whispered Andrew. "But I wouldn't lay off your trail, Andy. Why? Because I'm as proud as a devil. I'd started to get you and I'd lost Gray Peter trying. And even after you saved me from Allister's men I was still figuring how I could get you. And then, little by little, I saw that the girl had seen the truth. You weren't really a crook. You weren't really a man-killer. You were simply a kid that turned into a man in a day--and turned into a free man! You were too strong for the law. "Now, Andrew, here's my point: As long as you stay here in the mountain desert you've no chance. You'll be among men who know you. Even if the governor pardons you--as he might do if a certain deputy marshal were to start pulling strings--you'd run some day into a man who had an old grudge against you, and there'd be another explosion. Because there's nitroglycerin inside you, son! "Well, the thing for you to do is to get where men don't wear guns. The thing for you to do is to find a girl you love a lot more than you do your freedom, even. If that's possible--" "Where is she?" broke in Andy. "Hal, for pity's sake, tell me where she is!" "I've got her address all written out. She forgot nothing. She left it with me, she said, so she could keep in touch with me." "It's no good," said Andy suddenly. "I could never get through the mountains. People know me too well. They know Sally too well."