Hardy switched his position in his chair, sitting a little more to the right, so that the edge of the seat would not obstruct the movement of his hand towards the holster on his right thigh.
"Well," he said good naturedly, "I'm waitin'." "Good," said the stranger, "I won't keep you here any longer than is necessary.

In the first place my name is Tex Calder." Hardy changed as if a slight layer of dust had been sifted over his face.

He stretched out his hand.
"It's great to see you, Calder," he said, "of course I've heard about you.

Everyone has.

Here! I'll send over to the saloon for some red-eye.