There was no one in the room except us, no one passing, nor near.
Reaching into the inside pocket of my buckskin vest, I turned the lining out.

A star-shaped, bright, silver object flashed as I shoved it, pocket and all, under Jim's hard eyes.
He could not help but read; United States Deputy Marshall.
"By golly," he whispered, cracking the table with his fist.

"Russ, you sure rung true to me.

But never as a cowboy!" "Jim, the woods is full of us!" Heavy footsteps sounded on the walk.

Presently Steele's bulk darkened the door.
"Hello," I greeted.