He'd have no chance on an even break with me, with any sort of weapon, and he knows that." Jackson cast free his man and ruminated over a chew of plug.
"Hit's over a gal," said he at length, judicially.

"Hit ain't usual; but seein' as a gal don't pick atween men because one's a quicker shot than another, but because he's maybe stronger, or something like that, why, how'd knuckle and skull suit you two roosters, best man win and us to see hit fair?
Hit's one of ye fer the gal, like enough.

But not right now.

Wait till we're on the trail and clean o' the law.

I heern there's a sheriff round yere some'rs." "I'll fight him any way he likes, or any way you say," said Banion.
"It's not my seeking.