I backed into a corner and held old King in front of me as a bulwark, warranted bullet proof, and wondered what kind of a hornet's-nest I'd got into.

The waiter and the postmaster were both looking for an opening, and I remembered that I was on old King's territory, and that they were after holding their jobs.
I don't know how it would have ended--I suppose they'd have got me, eventually--but Perry Potter walked in, and it didn't seem to take him all day to savvy the situation.

He whipped out a gun and leveled it at the enemy, and told me to scoot and get on my horse.
"Scoot nothing!" I yelled back.

"What about you in the meantime?
Do you think I'm going to leave them to clean you up ?" He smiled sourly at me.

"I've held my own with this bunch uh trouble-hunters for thirty years," he said dryly.