"When you are doing things that please God, danger and the potential for death does not matter."

Guru Gobind Singh They rested awhile and Hobbs worried more about the Scotsman. He looked at Mr. Singh who seemed to never have a care in the world. But Hobbs was an old man and not a fighter and he needed to chat and make it right in his mind.

“Are there many of your kind—you Sikhs—in India, Mr. Singh?”

“No, not so many.” The Sikh considered the question. “Perhaps about as many Jews as there are in the land of the Pharaohs.” He smiled and Hobbs understood his meaning. But Hobbs was not a devout Jew and did his best to not even look the part. He preferred anonymity, especially in the Western territory.

“Well, I salute you, sir. To be a man who stands out in the crowd, to stand out in the crowd in a land that is hard enough without such encumbrances, is something to respect.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hobbs.” He stood up and poured Hobbs the rest of the coffee and cleaned the pot and put it away in his pack. He sat back down and poked a little at their campfire. “It has been our way for many hundreds of years. The Guru said that we must show the world what we are, who we are. That is why we wear it, among other reasons.”

“This Scotsman. He’s, he’s, do you think, my God, Mr. Singh, I’m all tongue—tied, I’m speechless.”

“He is a profane and ignorant man, but he is just a man. We are doing God’s work and the work of law, the law of the land, and the absolute law of morality. We will achieve our goal, Mr.  Hobbs. We will make it right.”

“Yes, well, that’s not my worry so much as it might be the very last thing we do.” He grinned sheepishly and had to look away. Hobbs was fairly working himself up into a terrible fright.

“When you are doing things that please God, danger and the potential for death does not matter. Remember that, Mr. Hobbs.” He smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “Remember that, and you will never know fear because you will always be ready to face God.” Allingham; Desperate Ride