"Any fool would have known that you didn't need a spur on that hoss! What part d'you come from where they teach you to kill a hoss when you ride it?
Can you tell me that ?" "I'll tell you after I get to Stillwater." "I'll see you hung before I see you in Stillwater." "You've talked too much, Doone," Gregg said huskily.
"I've just begun," said Doone.
"Then take this and shut up," exclaimed Bill Gregg.
Ordinarily he was the straightest and the squarest man in the world in a fight.

But a sudden anger had flared up in him.

He had an impulse to kill; to get rid of this obstacle between him and everything he wanted most in life.

Without more warning than that he snatched out his revolver and fired point blank at Ronicky Doone.

Certainly all the approaches to a fight had been made, and Doone might have been expecting the attack.