"Could you throw a gun before you began that practisin' ?" "Yes.

And now..." Venters made a lightning-swift movement.
Lassiter smiled, and then his bronzed eyelids narrowed till his eyes seemed mere gray slits.

"You'll kill Tull!" He did not question; he affirmed.
"I promised Jane Withersteen I'd try to avoid Tull.

I'll keep my word.
But sooner or later Tull and I will meet.

As I feel now, if he even looks at me I'll draw!" "I reckon so.