"I think you are," said the sheriff gravely. "I think you are--damned proud of him. So proud you might even figure on imitating what he done in the old days."
"Perhaps," said Terry. The imp of the perverse was up in him now, urging him on.
"Step soft, sheriff," cried Pollard suddenly, as though he sensed a crisis of which the others were unaware. "Terry, keep hold on yourself!"
The sheriff waved the cautionary advice away.
"My nerves are tolerable good, Pollard," he said coldly. "The kid ain't scaring me none. And now hark to me, Black Jack. You've got away with two gents already--two that's known, I mean. Minter was one and Larrimer was two. Both times it was a square break. But I know your kind like a book. You're going to step over the line pretty damn pronto, and when you do, I'm g
