“Stop there,” he says
When I turn, I find his pistol pointed at me.
“Step down,” he further commands.
“The hell I will. What are you about?”
“You damn well know. You come in here like you belong, which you don’t. Jack Hinch is myman. I’m the one who sucks his dick. I’m the one he feeds on and looks to for all manly needs. You are nobody here. Jack is mine and he damn well knows it, so you’d best clear out. You tell him you quit and you leave Gunnison, because I’ll tell you here and now, if you don’t go alive, you’ll go out dead.”
Dutcher rides closer, gun still on me. His eyes are narrowed, jaw set. When I offer no reply to his threat, he cocks back the hammer of his pistol. This is where a fellow becomes truly dangerous.