I guess I killed him, all right.

Anyway, mother, I had to.

He took a shot at me first.

It was the day we lost Rattler and the bronks," He added accurately.
Mother did not say anything for a minute, and Buddy hung his head lower, dreading to see the hurt look which he felt was in her eyes.
"I have to pack a gun when I ride anywhere," he reminded her defensively.

"It ain't to balance me on the horse, either.