The Ghost Walker

Don Murdock came to the territories with three guns and a breaking
heart. At least he had tried to keep the rifts wedged open and still
preserved the similitude of hopeless grief and .unconquerable despair.
It had been easy enough that night when the New York skyline was
falling astern and he had looked over the side of the Berengaria and
had seen, almost on the verge of tears, the pilot's hazardous climb to
the waiting boat.

This man, thought Donald, swallowing a lump in his throat, was going
back...