Right at the start Linrock had apparently arisen in resentment at the presence of Vaughn Steele.  But it was my opinion that there were men in Linrock secretly glad of the Ranger’s presence.

What he intended to do was food for great speculation.  His fame, of course, had preceded him.  A company of militia could not have had the effect upon the wild element of Linrock that Steele’s presence had.

A thousand stories went from lip to lip, most of which were false.  He was lightning swift on the draw.  It was death to face him.  He had killed thirty men—­wildest rumor of all.

He had the gun skill of Buck Duane, the craft of Cheseldine, the deviltry of King Fisher, the most notorious of Texas desperadoes.  His nerve, his lack of fear—­those made him stand out alone even among a horde of bold men.

At first there had not only been great conjecture among the vicious element, with which I had begun to affiliate myself, but also a very decided checking of all kinds of action calculated to be conspicuous to a keen eyed Ranger.

Steele did not hide, but during these opening days of his stay in Linrock he was not often seen in town.  At the tables, at the bars and lounging places remarks went the rounds: 

“Who’s thet Ranger after?  What’ll he do fust off?  Is he waitin’ fer somebody?  Who’s goin’ to draw on him fust—­an’ go to hell?  Jest about how soon will he be found somewhere full of lead?”

Those whom it was my interest to cultivate grew more curious, more speculative and impatient as time went by.  When it leaked out somewhere that Steele was openly cultivating the honest stay-at-home citizens, to array them in time against the other element, then Linrock showed its wolf teeth hinted of in the letters to Captain Neal.

Several times Steele was shot at in the dark and once slightly injured.  Rumor had it that Jack Blome, the gunman of those parts, was coming in to meet Steele.  Part of Linrock awakened and another part, much smaller, became quieter, more secluded.

Strangers upon whom we could get no line mysteriously came and went.  The drinking, gambling, fighting in the resorts seemed to gather renewed life.  Abundance of money floated in circulation.

And rumors, vague and unfounded, crept in from Sanderson and other points, rumors of a gang of rustlers off here, a hold-up of the stage off here, robbery of a rancher at this distant point, and murder done at another.

This was Texas and New Mexico life in these frontier days but, strangely neither Steele nor I had yet been able to associate any rumor or act with a possible gang of rustlers in Linrock.

Nevertheless we had not been discouraged.  After three weeks of waiting we had become alive to activity around us, and though it was unseen, we believed we would soon be on its track.

My task was the busier and the easier.  Steele had to have a care for his life.  I never failed to caution him of this.