THE TRAIL HORDE w/ Direct link technology (A Classic Western Tale)

There was in Lawler's lean face as he turned from his mother and peered steadily out into the valley, a hint of volcanic force, of resistless energy held in leash by a contrary power. That power might have been grim humor--for his keen gray eyes were now gleaming with something akin to humor--it might have been cynical tolerance--for his lips were twisted into a curious, mirthless half-smile; it might have been the stern repression that had governed him all his days.
Whatever it was it seemed to be no secret from his mother, for she smiled understandingly, and with pride that must have been visible to anyone who watched her.