Just avoid him. Buck, I’m not afraid Cal would get you if you met down there in town. You’ve your father’s eye an’ his slick hand with a gun. What I’m most afraid of is that you’ll kill Bain.”

Duane was silent, letting his uncle’s earnest words sink in, trying to realize their significance.

“If Texas ever recovers from that fool war an’ kills off these outlaws, why, a young man will have a lookout,” went on the uncle. “You’re twenty-three now, an’ a powerful sight of a fine fellow, barrin’ your temper. You’ve a chance in life. But if you go gun-fightin’, if you kill a man, you’re ruined. Then you’ll kill another. It’ll be the same old story. An’ the rangers would make you an outlaw. The rangers mean law an’ order for Texas. This even-break business doesn’t work with them. If you resist arrest they’ll kill you. If you submit to arrest, then you go to jail, an’ mebbe you hang.”

“I’d never hang,” muttered Duane, darkly.

“I reckon you wouldn’t,” replied the old man. “You’d be like your father. He was ever ready to draw–too ready. In times like these, with the Texas rangers enforcin’ the law, your Dad would have been driven to the river. An’, son, I’m afraid you’re a chip off the old block. Can’t you hold in–keep your temper–run away from trouble? Because it’ll only result in you gettin’ the worst of it in the end. Your father was killed in a street-fight. An’ it was told of him that he shot twice after a bullet had passed through his heart. Think of the terrible nature of a man to be able to do that. If you have any such blood in you, never give it a chance.”

“What you say is all very well, uncle,” returned Duane, “but the only way out for me is to run, and I won’t do it. Cal Bain and his outfit have already made me look like a coward. He says I’m afraid to come out and face him. A man simply can’t stand that in this country. Besides, Cal would shoot me in the back some day if I didn’t face him.”

“Well, then, what’re you goin’ to do?” inquired the elder man.

“I haven’t decided–yet.”

“No, but you’re comin’ to it mighty fast. That damned spell is workin’ in you. You’re different to-day. I remember how you used to be moody an’ lose your temper an’ talk wild. Never was much afraid of you then.