"I wasn't in cahoots with them.

They fooled me--they fooled me." It was Anderson Crow, and he would have gone on interminably had not Jackie Blake stopped him short.
"You're the marshal, eh?
The darned rube--" "Yes, I'm him.

Call me anything, only don't shoot.

Who are you ?" groaned Anderson, rising to his knees.

He was holding his revolvers by the muzzles.