There are a dozen of my men right behind you! Pull your gun! I'd like nothing better than to have an excuse to perforate you! Sanderson, eh ?" he laughed.

"Well, I've heard of you.

Square Deal, eh?
And here you are, masqueradin' as Will Bransford! That's goin' to be quite an interestin' situation at the Double A when things get to goin', eh ?" He laughed again, raucously, and turned his back to Sanderson, disappearing into the store.
Sanderson glanced behind him.

Several men were watching him, their faces set and determined.

Sanderson grinned at them and continued his interrupted walk down the street.
But something had been added to his hatred of Alva Dale--the knowledge that Dale would not scruple to murder him on any pretext.