His face darkened, a sneer twisted his lips.
"Who're them others ?" he cried harshly.

"Was you afraid four wouldn't be enough to take me ?" The four turned heads to look.

Bill Warfield never looked back, for Al's gun spoke, and Warfield sagged at the knees and the shoulders, and he slumped to the ground at the instant when Al's gun spoke again.
"That's for you, Lone Morgan," Al cried, as he fired again.

"She talked about you in her sleep last night.

She called you Loney, and she wanted you to come and get her.