I'm havin' a talk with Taggart." He left Dade standing at the bar looking at him wonderingly, and made his way slowly to the table where Taggart sat.

Taggart was drinking when Calumet reached his side, and Dade stood tense, awaiting the expected clash.
But none came.

Calumet's grin as he nodded to Taggart was almost friendly, and his voice was soft, even--almost gentle.
"I heard one of these man call you Taggart," he said.

"I reckon you're from the Arrow ?" Taggart leaned back in his chair and insolently surveyed his questioner.

What he saw in Calumet's face made his own pale a little.
"I'm Taggart," he said shortly--"Neal Taggart.