But if you're around town tomorrow--well, you've heard me talk!" It was very familiar talk to Bull; not the words, but the commanding and contemptuous tone in which they were spoken.

Crestfallen, he submitted.

Of one thing he must make sure: that no harm befell him before he faced Pete Reeve and Pete Reeve's gun.

Then he could only pray for courage to attack.

But the effect of the sheriff's little gunplay entirely disheartened Bull at the prospect of facing Pete.
With a noncommittal rejoinder he started down the road, and the sheriff put the spurs to his horse and plunged by at a full gallop, flinging the dust back into the face of the big man.