Tucson's gun was half way out of its holster.

And then arose Rope's voice as his weapon came out and menaced Tucson.
"Three in this game would make it odd, Tucson," he said quietly.

"If there's goin' to be any shootin', let's have an even break, anyway." Tucson's hand fell away from his holster; he stepped back toward the door, away from the range boss and Ferguson.
Leviatt's face had crimsoned.

"Mebbe I was runnin' a little bit wild----" he began.
"That's comin' down right handsome," said Ferguson.
He sheathed his gun and deliberately turned his back on Leviatt.

The latter stood silent for a moment, his face gradually paling.