Then he called out loud and clear.
With cat-like swiftness Bland wheeled, then froze on the threshold.
His sight, quick as his action, caught Duane's menacing unmistakable position.
Bland's big frame filled the door.

He was in a bad place to reach for his gun.

But he would not have time for a step.

Duane read in his eyes the desperate calculation of chances.

For a fleeting instant Bland shifted his glance to his wife.