"He walked as though the ground under his feet belonged especially to him. It was hard to tell what he was or what he had been. It was almost as though he were a new breed of men. There were bigger men and more powerful-looking men, but rarely did they combine that bigness and power with the grace and coordination that this man had. And when he rode, he rode like a cavalry office, like a Commanche, as though his body were one with his horse. He was hunting for somebody, and the little cowhand who was watching him thought that he wouldn't want to be that man."