But he must have flinched when he pulled the trigger.

As I dodged down I saw him run through the trees.
He had a rifle.

I've been expectin' that kind of gun play.

I reckon now I'll have to keep a little closer hid myself.

These fellers all seem to get chilly or shaky when they draw a bead on me, but one of them might jest happen to hit me." "Won't you go away--leave Cottonwoods as I've begged you to--before some one does happen to hit you ?" she appealed to him.
"I reckon I'll stay." "But, oh, Lassiter--your blood will be on my hands!" "See here, lady, look at your hands now, right now.