He's lying back there by the stable." Good Indian tilted his head backward, without taking his eyes from Stanley's face--and Stanley's right hand, too, perhaps.

"If you don't want the same medicine, I'd advise you to quit." Stanley's jaw dropped, but it was surprise which slackened the muscles.
"You--shot--" "Baumberger.

I said it." "You'll hang for that," Stanley stated impersonally, without moving.
Good Indian smiled, but it only made his face more ominous.
"Well, they can't hang a man more than once.

I'll see this ranch cleaned up while I'm about it.

I'd just as soon," he added composedly, "be hanged for nine men as for one." Stanley sat on his haunches, and regarded him unwinkingly for so long that Phoebe's nerves took a panic, and she drew Evadna away from the place.