"Don't worry.

I'm not going to kill you--unless you force me to--which I assure you will not be at all difficult for you to do.

Move down the trail until I tell you to stop." She indicated the direction, along the ridge of the mountain spur.
He obeyed.
"That will do," she said, when he was some twenty paces away.
He stopped, turning to face her again.
Picking up his Winchester, she skillfully and rapidly threw all of the shells out of the magazine.

Then, covering him again with her own weapon, she went a few steps closer and threw the empty rifle at his feet.

"Now," she said, "put that gun over your left shoulder, and go on ahead of me down the trail.