A story of the legacy of hate, staged in the New Mexican town of San Mateo, where an intense big-interest drama unfolds itself, with a relentless hero, "cold steel" in defending right and justice; four odious villains with accomplices; and a dual love affair that plays an important role in complicating the plot.
ping bottles from a tub of water at his feet. His eyes passed casually over Steele Weir's face, glanced away, then came back for a swift unblinking scrutiny. The eyes his own met were as hard, stony and inscrutable as his own. Finally Vorse, the saloon-keeper, turned his gaze towards the window and extracting a quill tooth-pick from a vest pocket began thoughtfully to pick his teeth.
"You're the new manager at the dam?" he asked presently, still considering the street through the window.
"And your name is Weir?"
"You've got it right."
The questions ended there. The three men from camp slowly consumed their beer and exchanged indifferent remarks. At the end of five minutes the Mexican lawyer, clutching the arm of an elderly, gray-mustached man, entered the saloon.
They lined up at the bar nearby the others. The older of the pair regarded the trio shrewdly, laid a calf-bound book that he carried under his arm upon the counter and ordered "a little bourbon." When