When it comes to shootin' I run.

What's your age ?" "I'm twenty-three," replied Duane.
Euchre showed surprise.

"You're only a boy! I thought you thirty anyways.

Buck, I heard what you told Bland, an' puttin' thet with my own figgerin', I reckon you're no criminal yet.

Throwin' a gun in self-defense--thet ain't no crime!" Duane, finding relief in talking, told more about himself.
"Huh," replied the old man.