From the introduction: The call you the Gentleman Bandit, because no one knew your name. Now they call you nothing, lest they conjure you from the Grim Old Grave: you, your ossa, your white pate, your pale soft parts eaten complete, leaving only the hardest bits - the human pits; your marrow now a poison - the armature for your armament all a-rattle; every sinew in your Pen-and-Pistol hand a member but still able, still willing, still here, never still or dead or gone, just waiting for their Coward's call, just waiting to ride again.