Now I didn't know who he was, visitor or friend or relation of yours, though I seen he was a Mormon all over, an' I couldn't get serious about shootin'.

So I winged him--put a bullet through his arm as he was pullin' at his gun.

An' he dropped the gun there, an' a little blood.

I told him he'd introduced himself sufficient, an' to please move out of my vicinity.

An' he went." Lassiter spoke with slow, cool, soothing voice, in which there was a hint of levity, and his touch, as he continued to bathe her brow, was gentle and steady.