"Any objections to our strolling, then?" Saltman persisted.
"Decidedly. Your strolling is getting monotonous. Come on back out of that."
"I just reckon we'll stroll anyways," Saltman replied stubbornly. "Come on, Wild Water."
"I warn you, you are trespassing," was Smoke's final word.
"Nope, just strollin'," Saltman gaily retorted, turning his back and starting on.
"Hey! Stop in your tracks, Bill, or I'll sure bore you!" Shorty thundered, drawing and leveling two Colt's forty-fours. "Step another step in your steps an' I let eleven holes through your danged ornery carcass. Get that?"
Saltman stopped, perplexed.
"He sure got me," Shorty mumbled to Smoke. "But if he goes on I'm up against it hard. I can't shoot. What'll I do?"
"Look here, Shorty, listen to reason," Saltman begged.
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