Nevada

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  As his goaded horse plunged into the road, Nevada looked back over his shoulder. The lane he had plowed through the crowd let him see back into the circle where the three men lay prostrate. The blue smoke from his gun was rising slowly, floating away. Ben Ide's face shone white and convulsed in the sunlight.
  
  So long, Pard! yelled Nevada, hoarsely, and stood in his stirrups to wave his sombrero high. That, he thought, was farewell forever to this friend who had saved and succored and uplifted him, whom he loved better than a brother.
  
  Then Nevada faced the yellow road down which his horse was racing, and the grim and terrible mood returned to smother the heart swelling emotion which had momentarily broken it.