Chapter 12: ShootoutThey rode out of the yard, at a steady pace instead of the wild gallop that MacDonald had pushed Zark into. Lorenz's mind was a jumble, and Chalky's eyes were wide with wonder at seeing such a thing as Rolfe embracing and kissing his daughter and youngest son goodbye. The elder Rolfe had thrown his arms around Martin and muttered, “Auf Wiedersehen,” before mounting. Neither man had shown any embarrassment. Lorenz finally decided that Rolfe must be a strange combination of white man becoming a fur trapper turning mostly Indian, but still keeping the customs of his farming people back east. Maybe people back east were that different. He didn't know. He did know he wanted this over with and nudged Dandy up alongside of Rolfe.
“Shouldn't we be going faster?”
“Vy? I think
