Got Denver Ed with him." Calumet's eyes narrowed.

"I know him," he said.
"Gun-fighter, ain't he ?" questioned the sheriff.
"Yep." Calumet's eyelashes flickered; he smiled with straight lips.
"Drinkin' ?" he invited.
"Wouldn't do," grinned the sheriff.

"Publicly, I ain't takin' no side.
Privately, I'm feelin' different.

Knowed your dad.

Taggart's bad medicine for this section.