He's got a regular town, I might say.

Shore there's some gamblin' an' gun-fightin' goin' on at Bland's camp all the time.
Bland has killed some twenty men, an' thet's not countin' greasers." Here Stevens took another drink and then rested for a while.
"You ain't likely to get on with Bland," he resumed, presently.

"You're too strappin' big an' good-lookin' to please the chief.

Fer he's got women in his camp.

Then he'd be jealous of your possibilities with a gun.