Me?
Nope.

It can't be did.

This is a free country, Buster Jack." There was no denying Moore's cool, stinging repetition of the epithet that had so affronted Belllounds.
"I always hated you!" he rasped out, hoarsely.

Striking hard at Moore, he missed, but a second effort landed a glancing blow on the cowboy's face.
Moore staggered back, recovered his balance, and, hitting out shortly, he returned the blow.

Belllounds fell against the corral fence, which upheld him.
"Buster Jack--you're crazy!" cried the cowboy, his eyes flashing.