The Indian was pushing, testing Sam as he had ever since the split with Ghost. Jason liked to claim he was as good as Ghost, but Sam had never seen even a remote resemblance. Ghost Who Walks Inside was a real warrior, cast in the mold of his people’s ancient heroes. Ghost was worthy of being called a samurai, unlike this cybered punk. Ghost only killed when necessary, but that was just one of the differences between the two Indians. Jason had never really understood Ghost’s principles; he had only been blinded by the glittering street reputation of a man who stood up for his people. Sam couldn’t deny that Ghost had embraced violence, but only as a means, never as the end that Jason seemed to believe it was. it meant nothing to Jason that he was using a man’s life in his dominance games. But it did mean something to Sam. There was more at stake than Sanchez’s life. If Sam backed down now, he would have no more control over Jason. Too aware of the Indian’s enhanced reflexes and deadly aim, Sam straightened. Height was one advantage he had over Jason. He tried to put utter assurance into his voice.