The man lapsed by the world. The fantasies of who he was to become outpaced him and the memory of them lingered there in his past life which was the life of a man apart from the man he was. He stood there resigned in what violence he was capable of manifesting and he watched Joe and Joe watched him without watching. The game threatened to begin. It was a game wherein the consequence of losing was destruction and he saw that Joe was well versed in such play. He saw that Joe endeavored to pretend such a game was not imminent and he left Joe there and rode fast and watched his trail and hoped never to run into a man such as Joe again, and if he did, that he would know the man as a killer of killers.