Kicking Wolf’s daring theft had freed him of a command he was tired of, presenting him with a fine opportunity for pure adventure—solitary adventure, the kind he liked best. He could match his skill against an unforgiving country and an even more unforgiving foe. That was why he had come west in the first place: adventure. The task of harassing the last savages until they were exterminated was adventure diluted with policy and duty.
