Get your hand away from your gun or I'll bore you!" He moved his hand--where it had been--seemingly--lying on Red King's neck, under the mane; and Antrim saw the dark muzzle of a pistol showing in the hand.
"I'm not taking any chances, Antrim--you can see that.

I'm not going to take any.

If you do anything to attract the attention of your men, I'll kill you.

Drop your guns, using your thumbs and forefingers." He waited, watching keenly, until the outlaw had complied with the demand, the two big pistols thudding dully into the sand beside his horse.
Then Lawler resumed, his voice low and even, as before: "Now we're riding back to the fire, Antrim.

Listen hard, for this means life or death to you.
"We're going back to the fire.