The trouble was, a man could not escape from himself, and wherever he would go, in the kind of country in which he could make a living, there would always be a need for a Matt Coburn.
There were a lot of good folks in the world, but there were a lot of others who underneath the veneer were savages, savages just waiting for a chance to do what they wanted to do if they could do it without fear of punishment. And nature and the years of living had given Matt Coburn the kind of stuff it took to walk the dark streets and bring restraint to those who hated restraint.
(from The Empty Land, by Louis L'Amour)
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