Its speed stunned and baffled Bull Hunter.

Something cold formed in his throat, choking him, and he obediently drew his hand away.

He did more.

He threw both immense arms above his head and stood gaping at the sheriff.
The latter eyed him for a moment with stern amusement, and then he shoved the gun back into its holster.

"I guess they ain't much harm in you," he said more to himself than to Bull.