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Harrison stared at him dumfounded, chin down and jutting, his hand hovering longingly close to the butt of a revolver. He stood so for an instant in silence, crouched and tense.
"Damn you, so you're here," he said at last in a low, hoarse voice.
"Don't make another pass like that or I'll plug you. Unbuckle that belt and drop it. That's right.