The whole range'll rise for this.

You're marked already.

Everywhere you've gone you've made an enemy.

They'll be out to get you--Nash--Boardman--the whole gang." "Let 'em come.

I'd do this all over again." "Born gunman, eh?
Bard, you ain't got a week to live." It was fierceness; it was a reproach rather than sorrow.
"Then let me go my own way.