Jack shrank back against the wall, panting with anger, while Sleepy waited for him to regain his breath. Then Jack thanked Lucy for her kindness to him. It was the only way out. He knew that Sleepy would make good his threat, and Jack felt that a live coward was worth several dead heroes.
Hashknife and Ike were coming up with the wagon, so Sleepy let Jack go in to pack up his few belongings.
Hashknife picked up Jack’s revolver and looked at it curiously.
“Shook it out of little ‘Slick-Hair,’” said Sleepy. “He didn’t want to thank Mrs. Hawkworth. Got real huffy and drawed his prize peashooter.”
“Uh-huh.”
Hashknife sniffed at the caliber of the g*n and tossed it aside as something unclean.
“Gimme that,” said Ike seriously. “I’ll have a pin put on it and wear it in my necktie.”
“Too ga
