He had a deep aversion for contact with another man's body.
He hated it as the wild horse hates the shadow of the flying rope.
"Steady up, pal," said Morgan, "the lads mean no harm.

That tall man is considerable riled; which he'll now bet his sombrero agin you when it comes to shootin'." He turned back to Silent.
"Look here, partner," he said, "this is the man I said could nail the four dollars before they hit the dust.

I figger you don't think how it can be done, eh ?" "Him ?" said Silent in deep disgust.

"Send him back to his ma before somebody musses him all up! Why, he don't even pack a gun!" Morgan waited a long moment so that the little silence would make his next speech impressive.
"Stranger," he said, "I've still got somewhere in the neighbourhood of five hundred dollars in that cash drawer.

An' every cent of it hollers that Dan can do what I said." Silent hesitated.