"Am I a snooping coyote ?" he demanded watching Dirk.
"You air.

More 'n all that, you're a damned spy! And I kin lick yuh an' lass' yuh an' lead yuh to Bart like a sheep!" They dismounted, left their horses to stand with reins dropped, threw off their coats and fought until they were too tired to land another blow.

There were no fatalities.

Bud did not come out of the fray unscathed and proudly conscious of his strength and his skill and the unquestionable righteousness of his cause.

Instead he had three bruised knuckles and a rapidly swelling ear, and when his anger had cooled a little he felt rather foolish and wondered what had started them off that way.