““The tension was growing between them. Sully was keenly aware of Moor’s magnetism, but challenged the attraction he felt for the man. “Here you seem … civilized, Charles Moor, but I know you’re a bird of prey. One aspect must be a deception. Which of them is real?” “This is who I am.” His manner hardened. “That is what I do.” Solemnly, Sully considered the mysterious individual who stood so boldly before him. Sometimes, he thought, the prudence of such a man is to be measured by a different standard. A man who was capable of accomplishing more might venture to form more daring plans. And yet the qualities which were admired in the man who built, created, were not so laudable in the outlaw. “I’m an honest rancher. How do I reconcile the two faces you wear?””
