"I spent four hours on a hill once, out-settin, a road hawg that wanted me to back up." The man in the other car climbed out and came toward them, walking outside the beams cast by his own glaring spotlight.

He bulked rather large in the shadows; but Casey Ryan, blinking at him through the windshield, was still ready and willing to fight if necessary.

Or, if stubbornness were to be the test, Casey could grin and feel secure.

A little man, he reflected, can sit just as long as a big man.
The big man walked leisurely up to the car and smiled as he lifted a foot to the running board.

He leaned forward, his eyes going past Casey to the other man.
"I kinda thought it was you, Kenner," he drawled.